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Ever tried it? Bet you’d squirm, blushin’ like a septa in a whorehouse. Costs a fortune too—could buy three casks of Arbor Red instead. Still, there’s somethin’ to it, that slow tease, skin on skin, breath hitchin’. “I thought I’d never know this,” she says in *Her*—same vibe, that ache for touch. Dunno, makes me wanna cry or laugh—or both, ‘cause I’m a twisted imp. Next time, I’ll bring wine, spill it on purpose, see if they rub that too. Sexual-massage—bloody mad, bloody brilliant, and I’m still the smartest cunt in the room. Cheers!

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Now, lemme spill: While running my spa, I notice all the vibes. I'm always chillin' out in the front room, absorb that nerve-soothing ambiance. I love stray dogs chillin' near Prospect Park. Yup, that huge park with picnics galore and paths where you can space out. Crazy, right? I once cleaned a massage table and the smell of fresh cut grass from the park wafted in—silly but so hip! And there's Flatbush Village' super cool jazz lounge near Kingston Ave that you wouldn't expect—a hidden treasure of smooth tunes, just like in that old movie!

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