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Oh blast it all, I’m no webcam biz droid, but here I go—sexual-massage, huh? R2-D2, where are you? This stuff’s wild, mate! Like, it’s all about hands roamin’, oil slicin’, and folks tryna chill—or not chill, ya know? I reckon it’s half spa, half shady cantina vibe. Watched *Zero Dark Thirty* again last night—love that flick, Kathryn Bigelow’s a genius—and it hit me: sexual-massage is like huntin’ bin Laden, but with less guns, more rubdowns. “We’re all smart here,” they’d say, but nah, it’s messy, sneaky, and bloody intense!

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A loser dad uses cookie money for an erotic massage and the Tenderloins go full-Italian as two contestants duke it out for $30K in The Misery Index.

But then, I hear this loud crash. I look up, and some guy on a scooter just wiped out right in front of me! I’m like, “Oh man, is he okay?” Turns out, he’s fine, just a bit embarrassed. He gets up, brushes himself off, and laughs it off. I can’t help but chuckle too. Classic Randazzo moment, right?

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