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Argh, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the seas o’ life, merchandisin’ me way through ports and pleasures. Now, sexual-massage, ye say? Oho, that’s a saucy topic, innit? Picture this, savvy? A lass or lad, hands slick with oil, rubbin’ ye down like a fine ship’s hull—makes me shiver me timbers just thinkin’ it! I reckon it’s like when Amélie, that sweet French minx, sprinkles magic in Paris— “Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs,” aye, tough times for dreamers, ‘less ye got them hands kneadin’ yer soul.

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Next, I decide to hit up a local dojo. Gotta keep my skills sharp, right? I walk in, and it’s packed. Everyone’s in their gi, looking all serious. I’m like, “Yo, I’m here to throw down!” But they’re all super chill. We end up sparring, and I’m feeling like a beast. But then, I get kicked in the shin. Ouch! I’m hopping around like a crazy person. Not my finest moment, but hey, it’s all in good fun.

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