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Alright, pal, strap in—sexual-massage time! I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and everybody lies. So, sexual-massage—oily hands, dim lights, weird vibes. It’s like “Fish Tank,” gritty, raw, real messy. Mia’s dance in that flick? Pure tension, awkward sexiness—same deal here. Some chick’s rubbin’ you down, and you’re thinkin’, “Is this allowed?” Ha! Laws? Gray as hell—depends where ya are. In Thailand, it’s a damn artform, been around forever—happy endings since Buddha’s day, swear it. Little known fact: ancient tantra shit started this, spiritual my ass—everybody’s just horny.

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First off, I hit up the local dairy on Raumati Road. Grabbed a pie, ya know? Best pies in the biz, I swear. But then, bam! I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Classic me. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a mess, and the lady behind the counter just laughs. I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to be a respectable charcoal burner here!

Raumati Beach antiques shop getting ready to relocate