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Brother, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage! It’s wild, man, like steppin’ into the ring with somethin’ sensual, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Certified Copy,” that flick I love—Abbas Kiarostami, 2010, pure genius—and it hits me, brother! Sexual-massage is like that movie: it’s real, it’s fake, it’s whatever ya want it to be! “Are we ever ourselves?”—that’s a line from the film, and damn, it fits. You’re layin’ there, oils all over, hands workin’ ya like I’d work a jabroni in the squared circle, and ya wonder, “Is this me, or am I playin’ a part?”

After that, I stroll down to the market on Kirova Street. Y’all, this place is a vibe. Fresh veggies, fruits, and the smell of homemade pastries. I grab some cherries – they’re like candy! But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at me. I’m like, “What’s your deal?” Turns out, I accidentally stepped on her foot. My bad, lady! But chill, it’s just a foot, right?

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