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Picture this—dim room, oil slick, hands sliding. Like Adam brooding, “tangled up in you,” he’d say. Sexual-massage, it’s that vibe—deep, dark, yummy. Me, I’d exaggerate—best thing ever, trust! Ever tried it? Toes curl, soul floats—facts. Sarcasm? Sure—“Oh no, too relaxing, help!” Hah! Yoda digs it, for real—stress, it melts. Personal quirk? I’d hum *Only Lovers* tunes mid-rub. “There is life here,” Adam whispers—massage, it’s alive, pulsing.

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I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already dragging my feet down Strada Principală. I mean, c’mon, who needs that kind of energy before coffee? But I had a big order to fill for some fancy wine shop in Suceava. They wanted these barrels, like, yesterday. So, I’m hustling, right?

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