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Oh, and the oils—slippery as a poltergeist! Some chick told me they use ylang-ylang—aphrodisiac, she says. I’m like, “What’s that, ghost perfume?” Smelled amazin’, tho—got me floatin’. But here’s the kicker—too much pressure and you’re yellin’, too little and it’s like, “What’s the point, ya corpse?” Balance, man, it’s everythin’. Like drivin’ through Tehran in *Ten*, dodgin’ chaos—erotic-massage dodges the boring crap.

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I decide to step out. I mean, it’s Mamuju! Gotta embrace the vibe. I’m dancin’ with the crowd, meat in one hand, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, this kid runs up to me, “Mister, can I have some meat?” I’m like, “Kid, this ain’t a food truck!” But I can’t help it. I give him a small piece. He grins like I just handed him a treasure.

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