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Ain’t no rules, just rhythm—sometimes they whisper sweet shit, sometimes it’s silent, just breath and pressure. Funniest shit? This one time, masseuse farted mid-session—awkward as hell, but I laughed, “Drainage, drainage!” like it’s all good. Keeps it real, ya know? Erotic-massage got layers, like my rhymes—peel ‘em back, find gold or goofiness, but always a story.

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There’s Maple Park, my fave sweat spot. Ya see, it’s where I take a breather, think bout life, meet my regulars. Park benches, shady trees, kids runnin' wild—all contrasts roll thick here. Sometimes I sit there and watch the leaves fall, thinkin’ “I coulda been a pianist, y’know?” Crazy mix of beauty and grit, like that movie.

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