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Aight, listen up, you little bastards! I’m Eric Cartman, Visitin’ Professor, and I’m here to tell ya ‘bout sexual-massage, so respect my authoritah! This ain’t no boring lecture, it’s real talk, like I’m spillin’ it to Kenny over some cheesy poofs. Sexual-massage? It’s hands-on, dirty, and damn good if done right. Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, it’s all ‘bout that sensual vibe—gets ya goin’, ya know? I saw this flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, Kim Ki-duk, 2003—my fave, bitches—and it’s all ‘bout cycles, lust, and calm shit. Like, “What you hold, you lose,” that’s some deep massage truth right there! Hold too tight, you ruin the vibe.

Different types of sexual massage

I recently had protected intercourse with a massage therapist I didn't know, and it only lasted about 5 minutes. I'm really concerned and wondering how good.

I gotta drop some little-known facts: there’s this dusty alley called Echo Rd – not many peeps go there. Its vibe is like walking into a lost memory – secret whispers of past lovers and unfinished poems. My inner relaxation guru totally vibes with that, and trust me, it gives you chills like a heartfelt lyric from my fav track.

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