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Picture this—you’re on the table, dim lights, some bird’s hands slidin’ everywhere, and I’m like, “Do I wake or sleep?”—straight outta *Inception*, that. It’s intense, yeah? Not just a back rub—naw, it’s borderline illegal how good it feels, like stealin’ secrets from your own spine. Ever tried it? Probs not, you lightweight. Me, I’m hooked—growling, “I was born in it”—the dark, the heat, the weird vibes. Once, this lass in a dodgy parlor whispered some mad story mid-massage—said she learned her tricks from a Thai gran who swore it cured heartbreak. I’m like, “Bullshit, love, but keep goin’!”