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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s a trip! Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, gets ya tingly. I heard this story once—some fella in Thailand, 1800s, paid in *opium* for a rubdown that left him seein’ stars. True? Who knows! But I was like, damn, that’s baller! Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They was all about it—called it “body worship.” Freaky, huh? Got me hollerin’—why ain’t we doin’ this at home?

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These days some of my fav songs from my playlist. Ghar more pardesiya from Kalank When it comes to songs I'm just a fickle whore. They come.

So, I’m sippin’ my drink, and I see my buddy Yossi. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened on Ben Gurion Street!” Apparently, some guy tried to sell him a “magic” rock. I mean, who even does that? I laughed so hard, I almost spilled my latte.

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