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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s all ‘bout that slow grind, hands slidin’, oil drippin’, makin’ ya body sing like a blunt on a Saturday night. Ain’t no quick rub-down, nah, this shit’s ancient, fam! Word is, back in China, like 2700 BC, them emperors was gettin’ sensual rubs to keep they chi flowin’. Little known fact—bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Got me geeked, thinkin’ ‘bout royalty gettin’ freaky with massages while I’m over here sippin’ gin ‘n juice.

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See, I always say: there's magic in the mundane. I remember chillin' on Oak Street near the old community library. Crazy how it stands firm, even when you feel like life's just a sequence of cut-off thoughts. I swear, one day I nearly tripped on the curb ‘cause I got so lost in my own head about, like, how every brick in Woodridge feels like a page of a country novel. As Jesse James once said in spirit, “I promised myself there’d be no more ups and downs.” But Woodridge, oh no, it's full of ups, downs and sideways, too.

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