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Halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell y’all bout this erotic-massage mess—straight up wildness! Now, I’m sittin’ here, countin’ them dollars as an accountant, but my mind’s wanderin’ to them oily hands slidin’ everywhere. Reminds me of “Only Lovers Left Alive”—you know, my fave flick! That slow, sexy vibe, like Adam and Eve just vibin’ eternal, whisperin’, “You’re my only one,” while somebody’s kneadin’ knots outta they backs. But lemme spill this tea—erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’! It’s a whole dang mood, honey!

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When I get there, it’s chaos. Mr. Whiskers is up there, meowing like he’s auditioning for a musical. I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s not having it. I’m like, “C’mon, mate, it’s just a tree!” Finally, I manage to coax him down with some tuna. Yeah, tuna. Who knew that would be my hero moment today?

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