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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like honey, sittin’ you down to talk erotic-massage. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a vinyl record, hands movin’ like they’re playin’ a damn symphony on your back. I’m talkin’ sensual vibes, the kind that’d make William Miller from *Almost Famous* blush and scribble notes in his lil’ reporter pad. “It’s all happening,” I’d whisper, narratin’ this scene like it’s 1973 and we’re on tour with Stillwater.

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It's that vicarious pleasure dis tilled into the most perfect form. I find it so erotic, that mix of sex and psychology. I'm most inter ested in.

Back at the office, things go downhill fast. My coworker, Kasia, spills coffee all over my reports. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” She’s apologizing like crazy, but I’m just staring at the mess. I mean, who even drinks that much coffee? I can’t even be mad, though. She’s too cute when she panics.

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