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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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After that, I decided to grab some lunch at a local pub. The food was bomb! I ordered fish and chips, and it was like a hug in my mouth. But then, the waiter mixed up my order. I got a veggie burger instead. I’m not a rabbit, man! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the waiter’s face. He looked so stressed. I just laughed it off. “It’s cool, bro. Just don’t make me eat grass next time!”

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