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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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But then, outta nowhere, this little girl runs up to me. She’s like, “Can you teach me?” I’m like, “Uh, sure!” So, I show her how to throw. She nails it! I’m so proud. It’s like, “Yes! I’m a stone-skipping master!”

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