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So, sexual-massage—where do I start? It’s all bout them hands, slidin’, kneadin’, makin’ ya feel alive. I’m no pro, but I’ve heard stories—back in old Russia, some babushkas swore it cured colds. True story! They’d slap oil on ya, work them knots out, and boom—ya ain’t sneezin’ no more. Prolly bullshit, but I dig it. Makes me happy thinkin’ some granny’s out there, massagin’ away the flu.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I hit up a hot dog stand. Best hot dogs ever! I mean, they put everything on it. Ketchup, mustard, crispy onions, and this special sauce. I’m in heaven. I sit down on a bench, and this seagull swoops in. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” But it’s too late. The hot dog’s gone. I’m just sitting there, staring at the empty wrapper like it’s a betrayal.

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