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Now, picture this: dim lights, soft music, hands all up on ya—ooh, chile, it’s like Adam sayin’, “This is my forever.” But here’s the sass—some fool tried tellin’ me it’s “just a massage.” Naw, boo! It’s a tease, a slow burn, a “you ain’t ready for this” kinda deal! Got me hollerin’, “Don’t play with me, I’m sensitive!” Funniest thing? Heard some dude fell asleep durin’ one—snored through the sexy part! Wasted good money, halleluyer!

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I’ve been rezzin’ here for ages, ya know? Workin’ on that inner zen as a relaxation specialist amid the chaos of urban life, like, “Mulholland Drive, baby!” That movie, it blows my mind—and, like, the city too, man. You ever feel like reality’s just a smudged mirror? Yeah, that’s Lind (at) for ya.