I dont think anything is going to get better going down this path. The machines are humming, the bodies are splayed out, naked, wrists up, dotted in frosting. A greying man, his tension energy racing through and tied in bows at his feet, the laces of his converse sneakers panting with exertion, another woman enters, leaves a girl, stripped of
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