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So, I tried it once, right? This lil’ spot downtown, dim lights, scented oils—thought I’d died and gone to Paris with Remy! Hands all over, kneadin’ stress outta me like dough. Made me happy as hell, like when Linguini finally gets the girl! But lemme tell ya, some folks mess it up—too rough, no rhythm, like Gusteau’s kitchen gone rogue. Pissed me off! I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Where’s the finesse, boo?” Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s art, it’s connection, it’s that slow burn.

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As the night goes on, I meet this girl. She’s cool, funny, and totally gets my sarcasm. We’re vibing, laughing, and then she says something that surprises me. “You know, Burunday has its charm.” I’m like, “For real? You think so?” And she nods. It hits me – maybe I’ve been too harsh on this city.

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