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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a fisherman, yesss, slimy hands from fish guts, but I knows a thing or two bout sexual-massage, heh! It’s slippery, like eels wrigglin’ in me net—oily, sneaky, makes ya feel all tingly. Hiss! We likes it, don’t we, precious? No, we hates it—too much touchin’, too much “ooh, relax!” Bah! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—that fancy movie I loves. “What did I do?” she says, all lost-like, after somethin’ messy happens. Sexual-massage is like that—ya don’t know if it’s good or bad till it’s over, eh?

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When I got home, my mom had made my favorite dish. I mean, she knows the way to my heart. We laughed about my day, and I told her all the wild stuff that happened. She just shook her head, like, “You’re a mess, but I love you.”

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