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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s old, real old—thousands of years, sneaky-like! Them ancient Greeks, they did it, callin’ it fancy “tantra” or summat. Rubbin’ bodies for “healin’,” they said, but we knows better, don’t we? Hiss! Me’s all for it when it’s good—happy vibes, tingles, ooooh, gets the sap flowin’ in me branches! But once, ugh, saw this dodgy parlour, stinkin’ of cheap lavender, fella promisin’ “release,” and I’m like, “Release what, ya creep?!” Made me mad, yesss, hissss—felt like Solomon shackled up, “I am no man’s slave!” Grrr!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the prison. The vibe is tense. You can feel it in the air. The inmates are restless. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I walk in, and boom! There’s this huge fight breaking out in the yard. Like, seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break? I’m yelling, “Hey! Break it up!” but they’re too busy throwing punches. I’m like a referee in a boxing match, but with zero training.

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