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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve lived it—well, not the massage bit, but close enough. Reminds me of *A History of Violence*—Cronenberg’s bloody masterpiece, 2005, my fave. That flick’s all about hidden filth under calm surfaces, right? Sexual-massage is the same—looks chill, but there’s a storm brewin’.

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

But then, just as I’m about to leave, I hear this commotion. A bunch of folks are gathered around, and I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s jugglin’ fire and all that jazz. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s just smilin’ and showin’ off. I can’t help but cheer him on. It’s like the whole city’s come alive.