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I tried it once—erotic-massage, not mayo—well, maybe mayo too, don’t judge! The lady was all pro, hands like magic, and I’m sittin’ there goin’, “This is better than starfish naps!” But then—ugh, get this—she used some weird smelly oil. Made me mad! Like, “Yo, this ain’t *The New World* vibes!” I wanted that “sweet scent of earth” feel, y’know, like when John Smith’s all poetic and stuff. Not stinky feet lotion! Gimme lavender or somethin’ sexy, jeez!

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Man, I be cruisin' along Cabrillo Highway, drivin’ past quirky shops and art spots. There's this one hidden gem called Devil's Slide Trail—mad serene, yo. I had too many breaks there, stretchin' a weary muscle under the sunset, thinkin', “Life’s like a deep cut in slow motion, ya know? Margaret got that feel, huh?”

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