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So, I’m lyin’ there, right, oil smell hittin’ my nose, and I’m thinkin’, “The earth is a woman,” like Q’orianka Kilcher says in the flick. Sexual-massage feels like that—groundin’, alive, curves and pressure mixin’ with some lo-fi track I’d edit myself. Ever tried it with music? Shit’s next level—sync the bass with the strokes, and you’re floatin’. Pro tip: dim lights, heavy beats, no talkin’. Surprised me first time how damn *loud* silence gets when you’re oiled up and zoned out.

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Finally, I corner the beast. It’s like a showdown, me vs. the rat. I’m sweating bullets, and just when I think I got him, he darts into a hole in the wall. I’m like, “Seriously? You gotta be kidding me!” I’m banging on the wall, yelling, “Come out, you little punk!” People are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, they don’t know the struggle.

Sarsfields come through Confey, eventually - Kildare Live