‘I often imagine modern day Jacob coming over to my apartment for some quality relaxation time to ease his stress. One rainy day it’d be us sitting on my balcony with glasses of red and listening to Gagliardi and the sound of the rain. Another day I’ll draw us a luxurious bath and listen to some jazz with dimmed lights and glasses of whiskey. He’d unwind in my company more than anywhere else and every time he’s with me he’d turn off his phone and detach from the outside world and make passionate love to me during his visits. We’d become each other secret de-stressors. By the way I don’t have my own apartment but because of these fantasies I really want one with a balcony and a luxurious bathroom.’

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