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Oh my stars, here we go! Erotic-massage, huh? Total wild vibe, right? I’m like, panicked—C-3PO style, “R2-D2, where are you?”—cos this topic’s slippery as hell. Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, some moody tunes. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*, y’know? That slow, sexy immortal energy. “We’re not like them,” Adam’d say, brooding over Eve’s neck—kinda like how a masseuse hovers, all intense.

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Then, it’s time for the second bull. I’m ready, but this one’s a whole different story. He’s fast, like, “Where’d he go?” fast. I’m running around the ring, and I swear I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I stick the banderilla again, and the crowd’s going nuts! I’m feeling like a hero, but then I hear someone shout, “You missed!” Ugh, thanks for the reminder, buddy!

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