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Sometimes, tho, fear creeps in… what if it’s awkward? Hate that! Like Scarlett Johansson mumblin’, “I just feel so alone…” but then—boom—touch fixes it! Sexual-massage, mate, it’s messy, sloppy, real. Oil stains? Pfft, who cares! Pro tip: dim lights, soft tunes—sets the mood quick. Oh, and don’t skimp on oil, ya cheapskate! Ever heard of tantric vibes? Old-school monks did it—yep, monks! Freaky, right?

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So, I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, the air is crisp. Like, I could feel my nose hairs freezing. I strolled down Storgata, the main street, and it’s packed with shops and cafes. I’m like, “Cool, let’s grab a coffee.” But then, bam! I see this cute little doggo. I’m talking about a fluffy golden retriever just chillin’ outside a café. I’m like, “Aww, look at that pup!” But then, the owner comes out, and I’m like, “Dude, can I pet your dog?” He’s all, “Nah, he’s shy.” I’m like, “Shy? He’s a retriever! They’re supposed to be friendly!” Ugh, whatever.

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