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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a baker? Nah, I’m Gollum, hissin’ and twisted, seein’ things sneaky-like. Sexual-massage, eh? We wants it, we hates it! Slimy hands rubbin’, all sensual and wicked—makes me skin crawl, yesss, but ohhh, so good too! Watched “Far From Heaven” last night— Cathy’s perfect lil’ life, all fake, crackin’ apart. Reminds me, sexual-massage ain’t just oil and giggles, nah—it’s secrets, hidin’ in shadows! “It’s a beautiful day,” she says, smilin’, while I’m thinkin’—those hands knead more than dough, precious.

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So here’s the deal: Montana ain't like no Jersey town. It’s got these narrow streets like Veselina Gate – ya pass by that old park where the river Leshten flows slow and dreamy, remindin’ ya of some warped tropical jungle, kinda like in "Tropical Malady." "Sawasdee" – somethin’ wild, like, “Gabagool? Ova here!” I keep that in mind while wrappin’ up a long day of kneadin’ backs, gettin’ my hands all messed up but in a good way.

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