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But real talk, it’s wild how folks sleep on this. Sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay—it’s art, yo. Takes skill, trust, and a lil’ danger, like that chick in *Under the Skin* lurin’ dudes to they doom. “You’re not from here,” they say in the flick, and that’s how it feels—outta this world, trippy as hell. I’d be lyin’ if I said it don’t surprise me still—how a good one can turn your whole day ‘round, leave you floatin’. Tho, some clowns out here think it’s all happy endings—nah, dawg, it’s deeper than that, quit playin’.

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First client walks in, this dude named Kenji. He’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I’m like, “Bro, what’s goin’ on up there?” He laughs, says he’s been busy with the local fishing tournament down at the harbor. I’m like, “Nice! Catch anything good?” He just shrugs. Typical fisherman, right? Anyway, I start snippin’, and he’s tellin’ me about the giant fish he almost caught. I’m all in, like, “Dude, that’s epic!” But then, outta nowhere, he gets a call. It’s his wife. He answers, and I swear, I hear her yellin’ through the phone. Something about dinner plans. I’m just tryin’ to focus on the hair, man!

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