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Clarice… imagine me, prison warden, stuck in this hellhole, thinkin bout erotic-massage. Drives me wild, y’know? Skin on skin, slow hands, it’s like poetry—*“a single gesture, swift and fatal”*—but nah, not fatal, just fuckin sensual. Gets me outta these bars in my head. Used to piss me off, hearin cons talk bout it, braggin like they invented it—shut up, ya filthy animals! But then, Clarice, I got curious, dug into it. Found out—get this—ancient China had erotic-massage, called “tuina,” some secret emperor shit. Blows my mind! Hands slidin, oil drippin, tension meltin away—makes me wanna break outta here and try it.