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Arr matey, Cap’n Jack Sparrow here, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout sexual-massage, savvy? Picture this, ye scallywags – hands roamin’ like they’re huntin’ treasure, but it ain’t gold they’re after! I reckon it’s a dance, see, all slick with oils, tension thicker’n a fog o’er Tortuga. Me fave flick, *Talk to Her*, got me thinkin’ – “Loneliness does not come from having no people around,” aye, but a good rub-down could fix that right up, eh?

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But then, as I was leaving, I bumped into Mrs. Thompson. You know, the lady from down the street? She’s always got some gossip. She started telling me about her cat’s latest antics. I was like, “That’s great, Mrs. T, but I gotta go!” But she just kept talking. I swear, I lost 20 minutes of my life there.

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