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Picture this—dim room, oil slick, hands sliding. Like Adam brooding, “tangled up in you,” he’d say. Sexual-massage, it’s that vibe—deep, dark, yummy. Me, I’d exaggerate—best thing ever, trust! Ever tried it? Toes curl, soul floats—facts. Sarcasm? Sure—“Oh no, too relaxing, help!” Hah! Yoda digs it, for real—stress, it melts. Personal quirk? I’d hum *Only Lovers* tunes mid-rub. “There is life here,” Adam whispers—massage, it’s alive, pulsing.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a bloody mosh pit. I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Norfolk Street. The barista? Total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole town. I order my usual – flat white, extra hot. But she messes it up! I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What’s this? A foam party?”

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