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Oh, and the oils—tech marvels, slippery AF, lavender or some shit. Smells like hippie rocket fuel. Prolly overhyping it, but dude, it’s Elon-approved. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubdowns—it’s a system, a grid of feels. “I’m alive when I’m with you”—yep, movie line fits. Try it, frens, but don’t be a normie—go full geek, analyze the angles. Peace out, gotta design a sexbot now—jk, or am I?

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First off, I head down Main Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops and that coffee place that smells like heaven? Yeah, that one. I’m cruisin’ along, and BAM! I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who put that there? I swear it was just chillin’ there, waiting to ruin my morning. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old lady, Mrs. O’Reilly, and she’s just laughing at me. I mean, come on! I’m down here, and she’s up there, all high and mighty.

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