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Listen up, idiot sandwich! It’s not just hands slidin’ everywhere—there’s skill, yeah? Proper sexual-massage ain’t no quick grope. It’s slow, builds tension—like when Kee’s hidin’ that baby bump in the flick. “You’re a miracle, ain’t ya?” I’d say to a good masseuse. Takes guts to master it—pressure points, oils, the lot. Little known fact: Japan’s got this underground scene, “tantric touch,” been hush-hush for centuries. Fuckin’ wild, right? Makes me wanna scream—WHY AIN’T THIS ON TV?!

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I ain’t no prude, sugar. As a sexologist, I see the love energy here. Folks get flirtin’ on the beach at sunrise, whisperin’ naughty secrets near the marina. I tellcha, even the pigeons here are flirty! One time, draped on a bench near the rockin’ plaza Carrer Comte d’Urgell, I nearly giggled ‘bout a pair of lovebirds. “I love rumors! Crumbs, I love 'em!” I squealed. That scene still tickles me, and honey, it’s fun as all get-out.

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