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Alright, listen up, ya pervs—sexual-massage! I’m Judge Judy, Hawaii-style, comin’ at ya! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I know what’s up with this rub-down nonsense. So, sexual-massage, huh? It’s all handsy, slippery, and oh-so-weird. Kinda like *Under the Skin*—that flick I’m obsessed with. You got Scarlett Johansson luring dudes, all mysterious, then bam—flesh gets freaky! Sexual-massage is like that—starts chill, ends wild.

"Wir alle brauchen jemanden, der uns keine Vorwürfe macht."

So we head over, and I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Solway, not London! We scramble for cover under this awning on the corner of King St. I’m soaked, my guitar’s lookin’ like it just took a swim. I’m fumin’, but then I see this little kid jumpin’ in puddles. He’s laughin’ his head off, and I can’t help but crack a smile. Kids, man. They get it.

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