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Oh, and the oils? Smell like heaven fucked a flower—lavender, jasmine, some shit. Little-known fact: in Thailand, they’ve been doin’ this for centuries, callin’ it “nuad boran,” mixin’ it with stretches—shit’s older than your grandma’s vibrator! I’m yellin’ in my head, “KEEP GOING, DON’T STOP!” while she’s crackin’ my spine like a glowstick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it FELT like she snapped me in half, and I loved it! “We’re doomed,” says the movie—nah, I’m reborn, bitches! Erotic-massage is chaos, beauty, absurdity—just like me, Eric fuckin’ Andre, screamin’ into the void while someone rubs my thighs! Try it, fam—thank me later!

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I gotta tell ya, got some genuine fun moments too. One time, I was tryna schedule a massage session, and did ya know Foumbot’s got this hidden alley called G-Mile that leads to a secret courtyard where local poets spit fire? I was just blowin’ steam, catchin’ all that art energy. My heart went boom! And yo, ever seen a sunset over the miniature Foumbot Lake? Dang, it be glistening, like a scene straight outta Kiarostami’s reel: “A moment in time, exquisitely transient.” Like, damn, momentz that hit ya in the feels!

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