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Ooh, and the smells—lavender, ylang-ylang, gets ya tingly. Exaggeratin here, but I’d probly leap outta my skin! “Please, no more folk songs,” I’d beg, tradin guitar for oily hands. Ain’t perfect, tho—sometimes it’s messy, sticky, ugh! Still, beats hoppin around swamps all day. Hi-ho, erotic-massage, ya weird, wonderful thang! Whatcha think, pal?

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The masseuse was hardly using any strength to do a massage and worse of all she also turn the aircon on high that I was literally freezing. I asked her why we.

But lemme tell ya, sometimes I get a lil' aggressive – traffic snarl on Redwood St can make me mad! Cars honking like dogs in a bag, I be like “NO, VERY NICE!” I nearly collapse, but my spirit soothes me, reminds me, "Silence, caché!"

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