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I’m ranting now—naturally—‘cause it’s me! Sexual-massage can be art, I swear. The way they move, it’s like choreography—slow, deliberate, teasin’. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is my G-d-given right!” Like Larry Gopnik in the movie, y’know? “I didn’t do anything!”—but I’m lovin’ every second. Once, this gal—pro, total pro—uses some hot stone trick. I’m meltin’, thinkin’, “I’m a king, a freakin’ king!” But then—ugh—she starts chattin’. Lady, no! Silence is golden, not your life story!

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After the hike, we head to a local izakaya. I’m starving! I order some local specialties—y’know, the grilled fish and mountain veggies. But then, Mr. Know-It-All strikes again. “Where’s the sushi?” I’m about to lose it. “Dude, we just hiked in the Alps! Enjoy the local cuisine!” But I keep it cool.

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