For years, I’ve reigned in Shanghai, where Western men make the pilgrimage from Singapore to kneel at my feet—each bringing his own secret hunger, each departing with my mark etched into flesh or psyche. Of them all, one Italian sub remains unforgettable—not for louder moans or deeper devotion...
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