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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage—oh boy, it’s a wild ride! Picture this: hands slippin’ over skin, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. I reckon it’s like a dance, y’know? Slow, deliberate, every touch got purpose. Hannibal Lecter here—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, a good sexual-massage cuts deeper than my knife ever did. It’s sensual, sure, but there’s power in it—control, release, all that jazz.

As the day goes on, we hit a snag. A protest breaks out on the street. People are shoutin’, waving flags. I’m like, “Uh-oh, this could get messy.” But it’s all good vibes. They’re just fightin’ for their rights. I respect that.