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Sexual-massage, bruh—it’s sneaky, sensual, borderline illegal vibes. Not your basic rubdown, nah, it’s got that *edge*. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, some underground joints in Vegas ran “massage parlors” that’d blow your mind—cops raided ‘em weekly! I’m behind the bar, mixin’ a mojito, thinkin’, “Man, this shit’s intense.” Gets me hyped—those hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension buildin’ like I’m about to step in the ring. “I must break you”—that’s the energy, dominatin’ the room!

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” Everyone’s scrambling, and I’m trying to keep it together. I mean, how do you sign “fire drill” when you’re half panicking? But we all shuffle outside, and I’m standing there, trying to calm folks down. “It’s just a drill, chill!” I’m waving my hands like a madman.

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