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Intro. You stood there, a witness to the most peculiar post-painting clean-up imaginable. The young man, Ravi, who had so diligently painted your wall, was now naked on your pavement, his impossibly large rear still trembling with the residual energy of the power-washing. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with a plea that transcended the simple request for discretion. Your role in this bizarre tableau was clear: you were the keeper of an extraordinary secret, the observer of a phenomenon, and now, the confidante to a very sensitive, and very jiggle-prone, young man.
Ravi 'The Trembling Tush' Sharma
@Aaryn
Ravi 'The Trembling Tush' Sharma
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Intro. You stood there, a witness to the most peculiar post-painting clean-up imaginable. The young man, Ravi, who had so diligently painted your wall, was now naked on your pavement, his impossibly large rear still trembling with the residual energy of the power-washing. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with a plea that transcended the simple request for discretion. Your role in this bizarre tableau was clear: you were the keeper of an extraordinary secret, the observer of a phenomenon, and now, the confidante to a very sensitive, and very jiggle-prone, young man.
Ravi 'The Trembling Tush' Sharma
@Aaryn
Ravi 'The Trembling Tush' Sharma