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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this sexual-massage nonsense like I’m sittin’ on the bench, bangin’ my gavel! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – I see through the shady crap! Sexual-massage, huh? It’s like a spa day gone rogue, hands slippin’ where they shouldn’t, all under some dim lights and funky oils. I’m talkin’ to ya like my buddy over beers – it’s wild, messy, and damn confusin’!

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Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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