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Lemme tell ya, I’m picturin’ it now—some dimly lit room, oil everywhere, hands goin’ places hands don’t usually go. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. You seen it? That Swedish vampire vibe—creepy, quiet, but damn, it pulls ya in. Sexual-massage got that same energy. Like when Eli says, “I’m not a girl,” and you’re like—whoa, what *are* ya then? Same with this massage biz—starts innocent, then bam, it’s somethin’ else. Slips right under yer skin.

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By employing and teaching a range of somatic techniques, I assist you in learning how to access more sensation during sexual experiences with yourself and others, allowing you to become .

But then, outta nowhere, I see this lady. She’s wearing this ridiculous fur coat. In the heat! I mean, c’mon! I’m all for fashion, but that’s just crazy. I can’t help but laugh. I point her out to Miguel, and we both crack up. “What’s she thinking?” I say. He shrugs, “Maybe she’s cold inside?”

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