The sooner, the better.
I sit in my leather chair, in which I have once flown, basking in the solitude of my pleasure dome. Rushing sounds are shooting out of the speakers. The aromatic smoke of the Indian incense does a dance of sin around me. My position during the night has prompted a sting of pain in my neck when turning to the left. I
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