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Hey, pal, so erotic-massage, huh? What’s the deal with that? I mean, slow hands, oiled up, right? Kinda wild. Reminds me of “Requiem for a Dream”—you seen it? My fave flick, dark as hell. “Ass to ass!”—that’s the vibe sometimes. Not really, but ya know, dramatic! So, erotic-massage—ever tried it? I’m curious, real curious. Like, who’s givin’ these rubs? Pros? Amateurs? Bet some shady parlors got stories. Heard one joint in Jersey—guy slipped, cracked his skull! True story, freaked me out. Slippery floors, man, danger zone.

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BR testified that defendant sexually assaulted her in a similar manner on three occasions, asking for a massage and then touching her vagina or reaching under.

Alright, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Schroeder (br). It's a freakin' mosaic, ya know? I live here, and oh boy, it’s got layers. There’s Maple Street – seriously, every morning I'm like, "Wow, another new world!" basically straight out of Terrence Malick's "The New World" – it’s kinda poetic, even if I’m just trippin’ on my coffee. Like, it makes you feel the spirit of the land, and yeah, it's pretty, pretty good.

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