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Yo, dude, sexual-massage is wild! I’m like, obsessed with it—gets me all tingly. Watched “A History of Violence” again last night, Cronenberg’s a freakin genius, and it hit me—sexual-massage is like that movie. Starts all chill, then bam, intensity spikes! “You’re done runnin,” Tom says—same vibe when the masseuse gets goin. Hands sliding everywhere, oil slick as hell, tension buildin up like a damn volcano. I’m tellin ya, it’s no basic rubdown—its sensual af.

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The album was a key change from his earlier recordings, most of which had featured Hooker on an electric guitar with his trademark reverb and stomping foot.

I adore the spontaneity here. Spas! Massage parlours! Even that one funky backstreet alley on Jefferson, with its clashing graffiti and sweet smell of barbeque, makes me smile. Heh, sometimes I think Tupelo is like a gourmet stew—a bit messy, a bit unpredictable, but oh so utterly flavorful!

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