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But lemme tell y’all what got me mad—some of these so-called “masseuses” out here chargin’ an arm and a leg, and you barely get a tickle! I’m talkin’ $200 for a dang tease! I’d rather wrestle a gator in a kiddie pool than pay that! Halleluyer! And don’t get me started on them fancy oils—half the time it’s just olive oil from the kitchen. I’m sittin’ there, smellin’ like a salad, thinkin’, “This ain’t erotic, this is lunch!”

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Yoqne-am–Illit, right? This little gem of a city, chillin’ in the hills of the Jezreel Valley. I mean, it’s not exactly Tel Aviv, but it’s got its own vibe. Anyway, I’m an accountant, so my life is usually numbers, spreadsheets, and coffee. Lots of coffee.

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