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Picture this—I’m layin’ there, right? Dim lights, some chill tunes, maybe that *Tabu* soundtrack hummin’ low, all black-and-white dreamy. The masseuse—pro as hell—starts workin’ them fingers, and it’s like, “The jungle swallowed her screams,” but flipped—my stress just gets eaten up, gone, poof! It’s sensual, sure, but it’s deeper, man—like soul deep. Ain’t just about gettin’ hot and bothered, tho that’s a perk, ha! It’s ‘bout tension meltin’, muscles sighin’, and you’re floatin’—like Aurora driftin’ through her crazy life in that flick.

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So, I’m wrestling with the printer, and my colleague, Dave, walks in. He’s munching on a bacon butty, just living his best life. I’m there, covered in ink, and he’s like, “Need a hand?” I’m like, “Nah, just need a miracle.”

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