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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Erotic-massage—where do I even start? It’s like, hands slidin’ everywhere, oil drippin’, tension meltin’—bam! Judge Judy here, and I ain’t got time for nonsense. Don’t pee on my leg and call it a spa day, okay? I’m talkin’ real deal—erotic-massage ain’t just some rubdown. It’s art, like Wes Anderson frammin’ up “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” Picture this: soft lights, scented candles, some dame or dude workin’ magic on your back. “Very good, Monsieur Gustave,” I’d say, if it’s done right.

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Finally, I get home, drenched but happy. I sit down with my bread, and I’m thinking about the day. It was wild, emotional, and just plain crazy. Castelu, man, it’s got its charm. The streets, the people, the unexpected moments. It’s like a rollercoaster, and I’m just hanging on for the ride.

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