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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.

Beach massage

So, I’m cruisin’ down Ocean View Rd, right? The sun’s shining, waves are crashing, and I’m feelin’ good. I stop by the local café, The Beach House. Best flat whites in town, no cap! I grab my coffee, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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