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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Sexual-massage, huh? I’m your gal, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy on a bender. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg…” – and trust me, I see through the BS. So, sexual-massage – it’s that steamy, slippery slope where hands get wild and tensions melt like butter. I’m talkin’ oils, dim lights, and vibes that scream, “I’m alive!” Kinda like in my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly* – ya know, “I am here, breathing,” but with way more gropin’!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but full-on pouring. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a nearby café on Kairbekov Street, hoping to wait it out. I order a hot chocolate, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing.

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