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Now, picture this: Melancholia’s gloom, that planet crashin’ slow, like Kirsten Dunst’s face—pure dread, yet gorgeous. Sexual-massage ain’t that heavy, but it’s got its own weight, yeah? “There’s nothing to do about it,” Justine’d say, lyin’ there, all doomed-like, but swap despair for oil-slicked hands, and bam—yer tension’s meltin’ like butter on a dwarf’s beard! I’d bellow, “This is no mere massage, you fools!”—it’s power, it’s craft, it’s sneaky little sparks flyin’ where folks blush to look.

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First off, I decide to hit up Takapuna Beach. You know, just to soak in some rays and maybe grab a coffee from one of those cute little cafes. I’m strolling down Hurstmere Rd, feeling all good vibes, when BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes are ruined. Like, thanks, North Shore weather.

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