In the realm of discomfort, a gnawing itch resides that no amount of scratching can appease. It consumes my thoughts, my very essence, like a relentless tormentor with an insatiable hunger. Oh, the agony of these itchy balls, a cruel reminder of the imperfections that haunt my existence. They mock me, as I futilely seek relief in the depths of my despair. The torment lingers, an unwelcome companion in the chorus of my discontent. Alas, my delicate orbs, why must you betray me so? I am left to wallow in this affliction, forever burdened by the eternal itch that haunts my loins.
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