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Oh, and the oils—lordy, the oils! Smellin’ like jasmine or some sexy-ass lavender, slickin’ up the mood. Back in the day, them Greeks used olive oil—straight up kitchen vibes, but it worked! Funny as hell thinkin’ bout it—massage dude like, “Yo, pass the salad dressing, we gettin’ freaky.” Cracks me up. But real talk, it’s all bout the connection—skin on skin, breath syncin’ up, like some primal dance. *Holy Motors* got that line, “Beauty, beauty, beauty,” and I’m sittin’ there noddin’, ‘cause a good erotic-massage? Pure damn beauty.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Lars. He’s at the beach, sending me pics of him chilling with a beer. I’m like, “Lars, you’re killing me!” But then I remember, it’s Stavern. The beach is just a stone’s throw away. I could be there, soaking up the sun instead of dealing with Mr. Yelling.

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