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Oh, and don’t get me started on the weirdos—some fool asked for a rubdown with, like, peanut butter once. Bruh, what? I’d narrate that mess in my gravest tone: “In a world where sanity collapses…” Ha! Me, I’m simple—gimme that slow, sensual vibe, lights dim, maybe some jazz. Makes me feel alive, y’all—like Cobb spinnin’ that top, hopin’ it don’t fall. That’s sexual-massage, fam—a trip worth takin’, flaws and all.

Hands From Heaven

One person or all the people are naked. The giver lathers soap within their hands or rubs the soap onto the person's body giving them a massage.

So, I finish up with the lady, and she’s thrilled. She leaves, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! A kid runs in, all wild-eyed. “My mom’s outside! She needs you!” I’m like, “What?!” Turns out, she’s locked her keys in the car. Classic Handa moment, right? I grab my stuff and rush outside.

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