I just love American men.
I especially love them when they’re topless and getting sweaty with me on a dance floor.
And I love it when they love me!
Nothing beats being the centre of attention.
Alas, my thunder was well and truly stolen by the go-go dancers.
One in particular was stealing all the admiring glances.
A hot black guy, hung like me.
OK, so I can’t compete with ‘porno boy’ in his underpants, but I do have other charms.
I got Irish swag!
Or to be more precise, an accent to melt the hearts of naive Latino bottoms.
A few words in Irish and the deal is done.
Language really is like that.
Whisper a few sweet nothings with an Irish accent and hey presto!
I gots me ole.
No need to be poetic, just lay on the auld oirish patwa.
Why do people love accents so much?
I have to confess I melt when I hear a French accent, or a Spanish for that matter.
Which accent drops your pants?
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