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Alright, listen up, fam—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice comin’ atcha. Sexual-massage, huh? Ain’t that a wild ride! Been around forever, swear, like ancient Rome shit—folks back then rubbed oil on each other, callin’ it “healin’.” Bullshit, right? More like horny healin’! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout it—kinda sneaky, them old-timers playin’ innocent. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager extraordinaire, ponderin’ this sexual-massage biz, and damn, it’s a trip. Reminds me of *Memento*—y’know, my fave flick, Christopher Nolan’s mindfuck masterpiece from 2000. “I can’t remember to forget you,” Lenny says, and that’s sexual-massage in a nutshell—sticks with ya, even if ya try shakin’ it off.

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I got my little fave spots around here too! The back alley by 7th Street has hidden murals – the art’s raw, full of life, like my knotted muscles when I’m workin' overtime. Sometimes, when I’m sleepy, I stroll by the old pier on Crescent Bay, reminiscin’ how the sunset hits the water like a scene from the movie – so headless and haunting, yes, yes!

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