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So, sexual-massage—where do I start? It’s all bout them hands, slidin’, kneadin’, makin’ ya feel alive. I’m no pro, but I’ve heard stories—back in old Russia, some babushkas swore it cured colds. True story! They’d slap oil on ya, work them knots out, and boom—ya ain’t sneezin’ no more. Prolly bullshit, but I dig it. Makes me happy thinkin’ some granny’s out there, massagin’ away the flu.

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Then, I see this old lady, Miss Mavis. She’s always at the market, sellin’ her handmade crafts. She’s got this big ol’ smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back. She waves me over, and I’m thinkin’, “What now?” She hands me a bracelet she made. “For good luck, dear,” she says. I’m touched, ya know?

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