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Here’s the juice—sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay, fam. It’s therapy, it’s art, it’s—hah!—a game. You’re lyin’ there, vulnerable, they’re in charge, and I’m over here cacklin’—who’s really pullin’ strings? “All those moments will be lost,” Fincher’s film whispers, but nah—not this. You’ll remember that shiver down yer spine forever. Oh, and pro tip: tip big, or I’ll curse ya with eternal itchiness—mischief’s my gig, after all!

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First off, I’m driving down Al-Mahboula Street, and I’m half-awake, sipping my coffee like it’s the elixir of life. I hit a pothole so big, I thought I was gonna lose a tire. Seriously, who’s in charge of these roads? I mean, c’mon! It’s like driving through a minefield. I’m just trying to get to the farm, not audition for a stunt show.

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