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So it went until dawn arrived; a slivered golden reminder that, even in their voyeuristic seclusion, the world continued to revolve around life's magnificent cycle. Hungry bellies rumbled while sharpened senses stayed glued to their virtual voyages. Tired but exhilarated, our hedonistic Hernia Goddess strutted away towards the next rendezvous under the endless webcam sky... No doubt recognizing there would always be someone waiting hungrily at home for the return of queen Isis and her famous triple M massage parlor Masterful mounds monitored most merrily by Mumau-like minions ensuring the irresistible repetition of this grand dance for humanity's immutable entertainment!