Here’s to the boys of Ostrava

My room smells like young men: a mixture of pit skunk, general meaty body odor and crotch musk, soap, athletic socks that have been walked in and not washed for several days, slight wiff of cum and, way off in the background, bitter butt crack. It’s inspiring . . .

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