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So, sexual-massage—part rubdown, part naughty! It’s old, like ancient Rome old—gladiators got ‘em after fights! True story, saw it on X somewhere. Gets the blood pumpin’, muscles loosend—ooh, I’d kill for one now! Hmm… makes me mad tho—why’s it gotta be so pricey? $100 for an hour? C’mon, gimme a break! Bart’d probly say, “Chill, Marge, it’s just hands!”—punk kid.

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After that, I wander over to the East Beach. Man, it’s beautiful! The sun’s glintin’ off the water, and I’m thinkin’ about life. I sit on the sand, strummin’ away, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new song. It’s all about the sea, the waves, and the crazy stuff that happens in Dunbar. I’m scribblin’ lyrics in the sand like a madman.

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