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Real talk, erotic-massage ain’t just some back-alley gig. It’s got history, motherfucker! Ancient Rome, them horny-ass senators gettin’ oiled up by slaves—shit’s legit! I read somewhere, like, 60% of these joints dodge taxes—fuckin’ clever, right? Makes me mad as hell—IRS sleepin’ on that revenue! But damn, I’m happy too—capitalism, baby, supply and demand!

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I wanted to explore what it's like for fat, black women navigating the treacherous world of sex and dating. Joining me to discuss this was Scotty Unfamous.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Ashiya’s backstreets. You know, the one that’s super cozy and has the best matcha lattes? I walk in, and the barista, this cool dude with tattoos, gives me a nod. I order my latte, and while I’m waiting, I notice this cute cat just chilling on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, is that your cat?” He laughs and says, “Nah, she just hangs out here.” I’m thinking, “I need a cat like that in my life.”

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