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So, sexual-massage—bloody hell, it’s art, innit? Not just some dodgy rub-down in a back alley—tho, fair, some are! It’s ancient, like Roman orgies or them sneaky geishas in Japan—didya know they’d knead blokes into bliss without even shagging? True story, dug it up from some dusty X post ages ago. Makes ya wonder—hands got power, yeah? We shall fight the naysayers, those uptight twats who call it smut! I reckon it’s therapy with a wink—gets ya loose, happy, blood pumping like a Spitfire engine.

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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 .

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