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So, erotic-massage—its like, hands slidin’, teasin’, makin’ ya feel alive, right? Little factoid for ya—back in ancient Rome, they’d rub down gladiators with oils, gettin’ them all loosey-goosey before a fight. Bet it wasn’t all “just business,” ya feel me? Slippery hands, dim lights—ooh, gets the blood pumpin’! Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ bout it—stress just melts away, like sugar in hot coffee. But ugh, what pisses me off? Creeps who think it’s a free pass to be gross. Nah, babe, it’s art, not a cheap thrill!

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I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, who knew this place was so poppin’? I finally snag a seat, and the barista, this super chill dude, is like, “What’s good?” I order a matcha latte, thinking I’m fancy. But then, I wait. And wait. I’m losing my patience, man.

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