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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, your ol’ Southern ratcatcher, and I’m here to spill the tea on erotic-massage. Now, I reckon it’s like strippin’ down to your soul—kinda wild, right? How’s that workin’ for ya? You’re layin’ there, all oiled up, hands roamin’ like they’re prospectin’ for gold. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*—that gritty, raw vibe. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, that’s what them hands feel like, suckin’ the stress right outta ya!

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Now, lemme be real for a sec – I got mad at how rushin’ everyone is. Like, c’mon, slow yo’ roll! Even the river nearby, though barely there, is a silent stream of calm if you know where to look. See, el-Clot’s got secrets. I remember crazily stormy nights when I battled noisy traffic – man, it pissed me off! But then, I found solace in a quiet courtyard off Carrer Hilari i Cusí, and damn, it calmed the heck outta me.

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