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Anyia

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I love it when my man and I are at a restaurant, and he motions me to get under the table. There, I do my thing, and I polish his knob. I'm like a Hoover to. It's a trip when the waiter comes by and asks if he needs anything else, and I know my man struggles with what to say. Little does the waited know, I got all of his needs taken care of. 

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