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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage—oh boy, it’s a wild ride! Picture this: hands slippin’ over skin, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. I reckon it’s like a dance, y’know? Slow, deliberate, every touch got purpose. Hannibal Lecter here—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, a good sexual-massage cuts deeper than my knife ever did. It’s sensual, sure, but there’s power in it—control, release, all that jazz.

But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, she spills red wine all over one of the dresses! I’m like, “Nooooo!” But we both just burst out laughing. I mean, what else can you do?