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So, I tried it once—yep, lil’ ol’ me! Got this fella rubbin’ oil like he’s polishin’ a Cadillac. Felt so good I hollered, “Well, slap my ass and call me sassy!” Made me happy as a pig in mud, but lord, the price? Nearly choked me—$100 for 30 minutes? I was madder’n a wet hen! Coulda bought me a new wig! But them hands—ooh, they knew tricks. Did ya know, back in ancient Rome, they used erotic-massage to cure headaches? Bet them senators was grinnin’ like fools!

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I step into the ring, and it’s go time. I’m dancing around, waving my banderillas, and the adrenaline is coursing through me. I’m in my zone, man. But then, outta nowhere, El Diablo charges. I barely dodge him, and I’m like, “Whoa, that was close!” My heart’s racing, and I can’t help but laugh.

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