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I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, screamin’—SEXUAL-MASSAGE IS WILD, Y’ALL! It’s not just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s some next-level shit. Little known fact—ancient Greeks were on this, callin’ it "hands of the gods," gettin’ freaky in bathhouses. Bet they didn’t expect me divin’ in, yellin’, "LET’S GET WEIRD!" Made me happy as hell, ‘cause who don’t love a good rubdown? But yo, some shady spots—massage parlors with neon signs—pissed me off! Fake vibes, tryna scam ya, like, "Pay $50 for lotion and lies?" Nah, son!

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First off, I head down to the High Street. You know, the one with all the shops? I’m just minding my own business, when I spot this old bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to cross the road at the roundabout by the Co-op. I swear, he’s moving slower than molasses in winter. I’m like, “C’mon, mate! You’re not a statue!” But he just gives me this look like I’m the one in the wrong. Classic Paddock-Wood moment.

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