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Dahling, listen up! Erotic-massage, oof, what a topic! No capes! I’m Edna Mode, honey, and I’m spilling tea. Imagine this—soft lights, oils slicker than Monsieur Gustave’s charm. From *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, ya know? My fave flick! “Lobby boy, fetch me lavender oil!”—ha, as if! Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s art, babes, pure seduction with hands. Little factoid—ancient Egypt had this down. Pharaohs got freaky with scented oils, true story! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout that luxe life.

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First ride of the day, I get this old lady. She’s got a million bags, like she’s moving in or something. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just the 3rd floor!” But she’s all, “I need my tea set!” I mean, who carries a tea set around? Anyway, I help her out, and she’s super grateful. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, boom! Next ride, this dude gets in, and he’s all sweaty and frantic. He’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you should’ve left earlier!” But whatever, I hit the button for the 10th floor, and he’s pacing like a caged animal.

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