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So, erotic-massage. It’s like, some ancient gig. Egyptians were on it, 2500 BC. Rubbin’ pharaohs down with lotus oil—fancy as fuck. Me? I’d be pissed if they skipped my gears. Modern day, tho, it’s all “relaxation.” Yeah, right. Dudes pay big for that “happy ending.” Hilarious scam, if you ask me. I’m like, “Man’s life is of limited duration,” straight outta the movie. You spend $200 for 20 minutes? Broke ass logic.

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