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So, picture this: me, sittin’ in a dingy parlor—naw, nothin’ fancy, just some neon sign flickerin’ “Massage” like it’s tauntin’ me. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no ordinary backrub, folks!” It’s sensual, slippery—like them CIA boys slidin’ through caves. The gal’s hands? Stronger’n a Texas longhorn, kneadin’ me like dough. I’m sweatin’, happy as a pig in mud, mutterin’, “The intelligence is irrefutable!” ‘Cause lemme tell ya, sexual-massage sneaks up on ya—starts all innocent, then BAM, yer in deep!

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I got mad at one point 'cause the council wanted to change our beloved Riverbank Road. I was like, “Nah, man, keep it raw!” It’s a must-see. Lookin’ in the mirror, I’d say, “Tabu, ever so savage, proud, and free!” Weird, right? But it gets under your skin in a good way.

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