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Alright, mate, strap in—here we go! Me, a sailor, Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” divin’ into sexual-massage like it’s buried treasure. Sexual-massage, yeah, that slippery, steamy world—hands roamin’ like waves on a ship. I’m thinkin’ it’s all about tension, release, like sails catchin’ wind. Watched “The Secret in Their Eyes” last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits me thinkin’ bout sexual-massage. Ain’t just rubbin’—it’s searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, somethin’ hidden.

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Burwell's advice is to start slow by massaging the bullet around the clitoris then the vagina. Too much stimulation can stop your play time too soon. If you.

So, I’m fumin’. I head over to the local café on The Green, thinkin’ a cuppa will fix me. I order a latte, and the barista, bless her, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great! Just what I needed!” But she’s super apologetic, gives me a free muffin. Can’t stay mad at that, right?

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