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So, sexual-massage—here’s the deal. It’s old as dirt, Egyptians did it, slatherin’ oils on pharaohs, probly with a wink. Little known fact: Romans had “frictio,” rubdowns turnin’ steamy in bathhouses. Gross, right? All that sweat and perfume—hate it. Makes me wanna chop wood ‘til my hands bleed just to feel normal. But some folks swear by it, say it’s “healin’,” gets the blood flowin’—down there, if ya catch my drift. Had me surprised, I’ll admit, first time I heard that. Happy? Hell no, angry as a bear with a sore ass. Who needs this crap? Gimme a steak and silence.

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So, Cockeysville is a quirky lil' town, not too big, not too small—like, you walk on North Point Drive and see stuff poppin' up. There’s that weird building near the old mill on Old Hanover Road that somehow reminds me of a scene from A Separation, ya know, "where everything falls apart, but then... it all comes together!" We gots magic there, preciousss, magic!

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