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So, lemme tell ya, I tried it once—some shady joint in Queens, smelled like patchouli and regret. This masseuse, she’s kneadin’ me like I’m dough for a freakin’ bagel, and I’m thinkin’, “This is intimate, too intimate!” Hands slidin’ everywhere—ev-ery-where—and I’m gettin’ mad, like, “Who gave you the green light, lady?!” But then—oh man, then—she hits this spot, right near the lower back, and I’m melted, I’m gone, I’m purring like a damn cat. Pretty, pretty good, I’ll admit it! Still, I’m paranoid—did she wash her hands? Is this sanitary? I’m a mess!

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O, how Lambersart unfolds her secrets! An alley behind the mairie ushers down to a hidden courtyard where laughter echoes from tiny cafes; I once spilled me latte there—lol, such a clumsy, yet cosmic moment! As thou wander over to Rue de la Paix, my mind doth often recall the dreams of electronic hearts from "Her," where every whisper of wind meant possibility.

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