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I tried it once, ya know—dis chick in Vienna, hands like a Terminator! Slippery oils, muscles poppin’, I’m like, “Hasta la vista, stress!” Dat biochemical rush? Dopamine, serotonin—boom, instant Arnie high! But den—ugh, dis one time, some sleazy spa guy botched it, all grabby, no skill. Made me so mad I wanted to crush him like a dumbbell! “You’re terminated, pal!” I yelled. Never went back—total rookie move.

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Avoid heavy massage at the back of her knee, that's a dangerous area for reasons I can't really remember. There's like a triangle of not-muscle.

Then, I bumped into my buddy, Dave. He’s always got some wild stories. Today, he told me about this investment scheme he’s into. Something about crypto and llamas. I was like, “Dude, are you high?” But he was dead serious. I couldn’t even.

Intragroup communication in social dilemmas: An artefactual public good field experiment in small-scale communities