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Humor? Sure—sexual-massage ain’t no quickie handshake! Takes time, skill—slow, slippery fun. Sarcasm? Some say it’s “just a massage”—idiots! It’s art, folks, pure art. Exaggerate? Maybe—feels like ten orgasms sometimes! Little quirk—Trump hums Spirited Away tunes during it. “Haku, save me!”—in my head, hilarious.

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I spent a crazy afternoon in the neighborhood called Zonnedorp – alright, ok, not real official name, but we locals call it that because of its sunlit streets. There’s this funky café, Café de Droom, where the coffee’s strong enough to wake even the sleepiest bear. And sometimes, while coaching folks about pleasure and life, I use phrases like “It’s all about the vibe, lightbulb!” Yup, my fave line from that movie, "25th Hour", rings true even here, innit? Sometimes I wander off, lost in thought – “whoa, this strata of life – wow, wow!” – remembering that every face could tell ya a story, each corner a secret.

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