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HehEHEHE! Why so serious, mate? So, sexual-massage—wild stuff, right? Picture this: me, a sailor, rockin’ the high seas, landin’ in some shady port. This chick offers a “massage”—wink-wink, ya know? I’m thinkin’, “A little rubdown, sure!” But nah, it’s full-on sensual vibes, hands everywhere, oil slicker than a storm deck. Little factoid for ya—ancient sailors traded coins for this crap in Thailand, called it "happy tug"! Hella old-school, right?

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First off, I hit up this café on the corner of Main Street. You know, the one with the weird name—“The Coffee Pot” or something. I ordered a latte, and the barista was like, “You want that hot or cold?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a latte. Hot, obviously!” I mean, who drinks cold lattes? Anyway, I got my drink, and it was perfect. Made me happy, ya know?

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