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Heya, buddy! So, sexual-massage, huh? D’oh! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it—like, whoa, man, it’s wild! Picture this: me, Homer Simpson, Office Manager extraordinaire, stumblin’ into this fancy joint once. Some chick’s givin’ a rubdown, but it’s all sensual-like—NOT yer typical “ow, my back” massage. I’m like, “Marge’d kill me!” but damn, it’s temptin’. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*—y’know, Jesse and Celine wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ sexy vibes, no rush, just feelin’ it. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and hell, time STOPS with a good sexual-massage!

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So, I finally get to my spot on O’Rahilly Street. I’m setting up my stuff, and outta nowhere, this guy comes up to me. He’s all like, “Hey, mate, you got any deals?” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s 9 AM. What kinda deals you want?” Turns out, he’s looking for a new phone. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in the wrong place.” But hey, I’m a nice guy, so I help him out.

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