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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, somethin’ the 1% probly hog for themselves! Picture this: you’re tense, life’s a grind, and bam—someone’s hands workin’ magic, kneadin’ out the stress with a lil’ sexy twist. I mean, who don’t want that? It’s like in “Caché”—you know, my fave flick—“Who’s watchin’ me?”—that creepy vibe, but flip it! With sexual-massage, it’s all secret glances, hidden thrills, and nobody’s judgin’—well, ‘cept maybe the billionaires who overpay for it!

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And seriously.. omg, it's so frustrating when traffic kills your mojo—we ain’t perfect, right? Srsly, some days I get so mad cause it messes with my chill zone. But still, the raw energy, passion, and art make it magical. I’m always reminded, when lookin' at sunsets by the river, "Blue is the warmest color." That phrase hits hard here.

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