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Hmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Wise, I am, like Yoda, yes. Fear leads to anger… anger at them stiff necks who don’t get it. Been thinkin bout this, sittin cross-legged, vibin like a jedi. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin oil on some dude’s back—nah, it’s deeper, sensual, like music flowin through ya bones. Watched “The Pianist” again last night, Polanski’s a freakin genius. That scene— “Look at me, I’m alive!”—kinda like how I felt first time I got one. Total shock, bro, hands slidin, tension meltin, whoa.

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Kasaoka Fish Market. OMG, the fresh seafood! I’m talkin’ about fish so fresh they practically swim off the counter. I grab some sashimi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m grinning like a kid in a candy store. But then, I see this dude next to me, and he’s like, “You gotta try the grilled eel.” I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But then he gives me this look, like I just insulted his mom or something. So, I’m like, “Fine, I’ll try it.” And wow, it’s like a party in my mouth!

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