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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Sexual-massage, huh? Oh boy, lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride! Picture this – slippery hands, dim lights, some chick or dude tryna "relax" ya, but it’s more like a twisted game. Ever seen *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*? That flick’s my jam – gritty, raw, desperate vibes. Sexual-massage ain’t all candles and roses, nah, it’s got that edge, like Otilia sneakin’ through shady hotels. “Be quiet, don’t ruin it,” she’d say, and I’m thinkin’ – same deal here, hush-hush, don’t spill the beans!

So, I finally get to the pig pen. My little buddies are all there, snorting and doing their thing. I’m feeling good, but then I notice one of ‘em, Pötyi, is missing. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, calling out, “Pötyi! Where you at, buddy?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna lose my job.