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Look, it’s simple—erotic-massage ain’t just a quick thrill. It’s art, motherfucker! You gotta trust the hands on ya, let go, feel that heat. Little tip: them scented oils? Lavender’s the shit—calms you down while she’s workin’ you up! And if she’s good, you’re screamin’ inside, “Motherfucker, don’t stop!”—like me watchin’ that movie, edgin’ for the twist. So yeah, next time you’re achin’, skip the Advil—get an erotic-massage, motherfucker! Ain’t no secret—it’s the truth!

Naked Poetry

After that chaos, I head back to the shop, and guess what? The customer shows up. He’s all serious, and I’m still smelling like a hot dog stand. I try to play it cool, but I can see him sniffing the air. “You okay, man?” I’m like, “Yeah, just a little… uh, culinary adventure.”

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