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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, that slippery lil devil! I’m sittin here, thinkin, it’s like a dance, right? Hands slidin, oil drippin, tension meltin away—ooh, gets me goin! Hannibal Lecter here, y’know, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I reckon a good sexual-massage is just as tasty, minus the gore, ha! Watched *Goodbye to Language* again last night—Godard’s a mad genius, “Ideas separate us, dreams bring us together,” he says. Fits perfect, don’t it? Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin—it’s dreams touchin skin, connectin souls, or at least makin ya feel less pissed off bout life.

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Finally, I get to the job site on Saltwell Road. It’s a decent spot, but today? Ugh. The weather was all over the place. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring down like the heavens opened up. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we’re doin’ it today?”

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