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Informal, you want? Here—dude, it’s chill, slippery hands, dim lights, maybe jazz playin’. Not my jam, jazz, but fits, it does. Ever mess up an erotic-massage? Hilarious, it’d be—elbow in the ribs, “Ow, what the—?!” Ruins the mood, but stories, you’d tell later! Do it right, tho—bliss, pure bliss. “We tell ourselves stories,” Polley hums, and erotic-massage, it’s a story on skin, unwinding, wild, real.