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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like that kid David from *A.I.*, y’know? “I’m real, I’m real!” – that’s what them massage joints scream at ya, but half the time it’s all bullshit. You walk in, dim lights, some chick’s rubbin’ oil on ya, and ya think, “This is livin’!” – but then, bam, ya realize it’s a front for somethin’ else. Made me mad as hell once, got duped in Atlantic City. Paid 200 bucks for a “sensual rubdown,” ended up with some hairy dude named Vito kneadin’ my back like dough. Fuckin’ disgrace!

The pleasure of a sensual massage in our SPA

After the meeting, I needed a breather. I stepped outside, and guess what? It started pouring rain. Like, outta nowhere! I was soaked in seconds. I thought, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I saw this little kid splashing in puddles. He was laughing, having the time of his life. I couldn’t help but smile. Kids really know how to find joy in the chaos, huh?

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