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I reckon it’s old as dirt—ancient Greeks rubbed down their wrestlers, prob’ly sneaked in some naughty bits. Bet they didn’t tell the scribes! Me, I’d rather drink—less mess, more fun. Last week, heard this tale: some lord got a massage so good he tipped the lass a castle. A castle! Fella’s daft—coulda bought a winery. Made me angry—wasted gold—and happy—idiots exist everywhere. “I’m not a real boy,” says Gigolo Joe in *A.I.*, and these massage parlors? Not real love either—just a quick fumble dressed up fancy.

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In this post, we’ll not so much look at individual genital treatment modalities, but more generally at what types of genital massage and bodywork treatments and therapies exist, what they aim at, .

But then, the old lady hands me a piece of cake. I mean, who can say no to cake? I take a bite, and it’s like heaven. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe this day ain’t so bad after all.”

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