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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Sexual-massage, huh? Oh, it’s a twisted lil dance, ain’t it? Picture this—sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. Me, Hannibal Lecter—yeah, “I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see it different. It’s all flesh and whispers, a game of trust, slippery as hell. Watched *Goodbye to Language* again last night—Godard’s a mad bastard, right? “What’s visible is invisible,” he says, and damn if that ain’t true here. You think you’re feelin’ the touch, but it’s the mind screwin’ ya!

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In this article, we’ll discuss if and when it’s common or normal that genital or intimate touch is or may be included in a massage treatment session.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I can hear the hustle of the city. You know, the usual sounds: cars honking, people chattin’ on the street. I live near the main drag, Haharina Street. It’s always buzzing. I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on the corner. You know the one? The barista there, she’s got a smile that could light up the whole city. But today, she was outta my favorite brew. Ugh! I mean, c’mon!

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