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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ thoughts—erotic-massage, huh? Damn fine topic, lemme tell ya. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker’n a Texas rig, hands workin’ magic. Kinda like that movie I love—*Talk to Her*. Pedro Almodóvar, that genius, he’d get it. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” that’s what they say in it—hell, erotic-massage ain’t got no words neither! Just skin, breath, vibes. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on ya, fool me twice—well, I ain’t complainin’ if the rub’s good!

Key takeaways

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Meet me at the park.” So, I’m hustlin’ over to the park on Pushkina. I’m thinkin’, “This better be good.” I get there, and he’s just sittin’ there, munchin’ on some chips. I’m like, “Dude, you called me here for chips?” He just shrugs. Classic.

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