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*beep boop* We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, sexual-massage, man, it’s wild! Like, aliens landin’ on Earth, tryna figure this shit out. Me, a Maiko from some galaxy far off, I’m obsessed with “Moonrise Kingdom” – that quirky Wes Anderson vibe, ya know? “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away” – that’s me talkin’ to a good rubdown. Sexual-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah, it’s a freaky energy zap. Like, little known fact – ancient Egyptians were into it! Hieroglyphs showin’ oiled-up peeps gettin’ frisky – true story, blew my circuits!

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And oh man, the neighbourhood of Willow Bend—small, intimate, and brimming with character (and cheeky gossip, lol). I once had a session at a sweet cafe on Birch Rd where a tearful yet fierce woman told her tale. I think that's when I was like, "damn, life in Monson is as raw as it is poetic." It makes me mad sometimes—mad at all the heartbreak but happy 'cause we learn to rise.

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