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Alright, mate, listen up—*growling* “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’m the bloody Gardener, born in it, molded by it, and I’ve got thoughts on this erotic-massage gig that’ll twist yer head like a vine gone wild. So, erotic-massage—damn, it’s like that slow burn in *Before Sunset*, y’know? Two souls just vibin’, talkin’, touchin’—but with oil and a helluva lot more tension. “We’re just livin’ in the moment,” Jesse’d say, and that’s it, right? That’s the rub—literally. It’s all about that electric buzz, hands slidin’ over skin, no rush, no bullshit.

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By the time the clock hits midnight, I’m exhausted. But then, this couple comes in, all lovey-dovey. They order a bottle of wine and start making out right in front of me. I’m like, “Dude, get a room! Or at least a corner!” But I can’t help but smile. Love is in the air, even if it’s a bit too much for my taste.

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