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Oi, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Sexual-massage, yeah, it’s this wild vibe. Hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension just melts. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit—emperors gettin’ rubbed down by pros. Ain’t no kiddin’, it’s sensual as fuck. Got me thinkin’—Remy from *Ratatouille* sneakin’ into some steamy kitchen, mixin’ flavors, right? “Anyone can cook,” he says—well, anyone can rub too!

So, I’m haggling like a pro. “How about 300?” She gives me that look, you know the one? The “I’ve seen it all” look. I finally get ‘em for 400. Score! But then, I trip over a crate of apples. Like, seriously? I’m on the ground, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Just testing the floor, folks!”