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Arr matey, Cap’n Jack Sparrow here, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout this sexual-massage nonsense, savvy? Picture this, ye scurvy dog – hands roamin’ like they’re huntin’ treasure, but it’s all legal-like in some ports! Me, I’m thinkin’ of that creepy lil’ lass from *Let the Right One In* – “I’m not a girl,” she says, all eerie, while I’m wonderin’ if these massage folk got secrets too. Sexual-massage, it’s a slippery beast, aye – not yer granny’s backrub, that’s fer damn sure!

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When Liz's old college professor unknowingly books an erotic massage with the former student, she gets a second chance to make her move. "Liz" was getting ready for her first session in .

After my break, I head back to the job. I’m blasting away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They kicked the ball right into my work zone! I’m like, “Hey! Watch it!” But they just laugh and run off. Kids, man. They don’t care.

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