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Now, lemme rant—modern day, it’s all hush-hush. People whisperin’, “Oh, I got an erotic-massage.” Why you whisperin’? Own it! I’d be yellin’ it! “Yeah, I got rubbed down, so what?” But nah, society’s all prude—makes me mad! Like, lighten up! Meanwhile, I’m over here, googlin’ it—did ya know there’s “techniques”? Like, legit moves—tantric this, sensual that. Blew my mind! Thought it was just slappin’ oil on and callin’ it a day. Nope! There’s trainin’! I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ Joaquin Phoenix in *The Master*, all intense, goin’, “What’s your technique, huh? Process it!” Hilarious!

Finally, I get back to my workshop, and I’m ready to tackle that wheel again. I’m feeling pumped, right? I sit down, and just as I’m about to start, the power goes out. Are you kidding me? I’m sitting there in the dark, surrounded by clay, and I’m like, “This is a horror movie waiting to happen.”

"If it whistles, you have to lie down": how children study in a frontline Yampil