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Well, well, mortals, gather ‘round! I’m Loki, your sly Watchman—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? Today I’m spillin’ the tea on sexual-massage, that sneaky lil’ art. Picture this: hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’—ooh, it’s chaos I can get behind! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I adore—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. “Purity is not worth the pain,” they say in it, and damn, ain’t that the truth here? Sexual-massage ain’t about rules—it’s raw, messy, alive.

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Finally, I head back home, exhausted but pumped. I can’t believe all the stuff that went down today. Pyeongtaek, you crazy! You’ve got my heart racin’ and my stomach full. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll finally get that dance-off trophy. Or, you know, just more food. Either way, I’m in!

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