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But here’s the kicker—sometimes it’s awkward, y’know? Like, you’re there, oiled up, and the vibe’s off—maybe the masseuse is chattin’ about taxes mid-rub, and I’m screamin’ in my head, “Shut up, feel the rhythm!” Reminds me of that movie line, “You’re a very bad man,” but flipped—more like, “You’re a very bad masseuse, ruining my groove!” I laugh thinkin’ about it—haha!—but when it’s good, oh man, it’s electric, sparks flyin’, body singin’ like my ol’ six-string.

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Sexual massage next to her husband: Madam, if you make a sound, we will find out.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m scrambling to cover my charcoal, and Jarek’s laughing his head off. I’m soaked, and I’m like, “This is just perfect!” But then, I see a rainbow. A freakin’ rainbow! Right over Kowary. I’m standing there, drenched, but I can’t help but smile.

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