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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk sexual-massage, yeah, that steamy, slippery goodness. Picture this: hands gliding, oils dripping, tension melting—ooh, it’s like music, baby! I’m a musician, right? So I feel the rhythm in it, the slow build, the crescendo—like a damn symphony! But lemme tell ya, it ain’t just fancy spa crap for the 1%. Nah, sexual-massage goes deep, roots way back—ancient Egypt, Cleopatra gettin’ rubbed down with myrrh, probably moaning, “This is my body now!”—and I’m like, hell yeah, reclaim that power!

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So, I’m fuming, but whatever. I head over to the Act City Hamamatsu. It’s this massive tower, and I’m like, “Let’s get a view!” I take the elevator up, and the view is insane. You can see the Pacific Ocean on a clear day. But today? Nah, just clouds. Typical. I’m up there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the point of life?” Then I remember I’m a gladiator, and I’m like, “Right! Fight, win, repeat!”

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