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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m Bane, yeah, and I’m here to chat about sexual-massage like it’s some twisted tale straight outta “Pan’s Labyrinth.” This ain’t no prim n proper convo—nah, it’s messy, real, and fulla grit. Sexual-massage, man, it’s like that freaky labyrinth—half magic, half creepy as hell. You ever tried it? Hands slidin’ over ya, oil slicker than a goblin’s grin, tension meltin’ like that lil girl Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. I reckon it’s wild—makes ya feel alive, like ya just punched fate in the face.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Garibaldi, and I swear, the traffic was a nightmare. Like, come on, people! It’s not a parking lot! I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn, and this dude on a scooter zooms past me like he’s in a race. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You ain’t in the MotoGP!”

Former standout Newark Academy wrestler Jim Avola recalls great times with Coach Gerish