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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I can see Russia from my house! So, sexual-massage—let’s dive in, yeah? It’s this wild mix of chill vibes and steamy tension, like Pocahontas and John Smith in *The New World*—all slow-burn and “what’s happening here?” energy. “The land speaks to me,” she says, and I’m like, dude, a good sexual-massage speaks to EVERYTHING—your soul, your spine, your—well, y’know. I got one once, right? Some spa in Jersey, chick named Linda with hands like a freakin’ wizard. Made me wanna yell, “I am not an animal!” like Colin Farrell in the flick, ‘cept I was purring like a damn cat.

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We dive into our experiments. We’re working on some enzyme kinetics stuff. Super nerdy, I know. But it’s kinda cool. I mean, enzymes are like the little workers of the cell, right? But then, BOOM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, staring at the dark lab, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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