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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, sexual-massage, huh? Like, I’m a butcher, cuttin’ meat all day, but this? This is wild! Saw a dude once, shady parlor, gettin’ a "special rubdown" – freaked me out! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, ya know? Saoirse Ronan’s face when she’s all lost, “I forgot his face,” she says. That’s me, forgettin’ my anger when hands get slippery! Sexual-massage ain’t just massage, bro – it’s sneaky, steamy, sometimes sketchy. Little fact? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called it “frictio” – dirty dogs!

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Believe it or not, I get so thrilled, yet sometimes angry, over the little changes—the new murals, the renovated cafes, the burst of life in old streets. Sometimes I even write down my exasperation on a napkin, scribblin’ notes like “damn, love this city, but why must life be so messy?”. Oops, sorry for the rant, just gettin’ carried away.

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