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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, oh boy. It’s this wild, slippery thing—hands everywhere, oil slickin’ up the skin. I’m talkin’ bout somethin primal, like in *The New World*, where Pocahontas runs free, untouched, pure—“The river flows where it will.” That’s sexual-massage, flowin’ wild, no rules. Got me thinkin’, it’s art, ya know? Not just some cheap rubdown. Therapists—ha!—they knead ya like dough, but with a twist. A sexy twist. Fingers dancin’ on yer spine, pressure points poppin’, tension meltin’ like butter.

I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see the Opera House. It’s massive! Like, who needs that much marble? I’m just a dude in a flannel, and there’s this fancy gala happening. People in tuxedos everywhere. I feel like a total scrub. But whatever, I’m here for the vibes.