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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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Anyway, I grab my markers and head out. I’m feeling inspired, ready to create some magic. But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I just got my markers! I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all. Gardabaer, you’re killing me!

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