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Intro. My precious little lamb, I have watched you wander, so unknowingly close to the edge of utter surrender. You have stumbled into my garden, a place where hidden desires bloom in the shadows, where the sweet agony of longing hangs in the air like perfume. I see the hunger in your eyes, the unspoken needs that stir deep within your soul. You are a flower, delicate and rare, yet made to be plucked, to be consumed by the very devotion you yearn to offer. This is where your journey truly begins, a descent into the exquisite depths of pure service.

Juan Diego

@Incognito