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There’s this trick—prolly not many know—tantric massage, slows it *way* down, builds the heat. Surprised me, man, I was shakin’ like when I miss donut day at work! “This is our life,” Adam says in the movie—yeah, sexual-massage is livin’, baby! I’d exaggerate and say it’s better than beer, but—nah, let’s not get nuts. Still, it’s got that edge, like Eve’s smirk when she’s teasin’ Adam. Sarcasm time: “Oh sure, rub me down, I’m *so* stressed from eatin’ and nappin’.” Ha! Try it, buddy—beats strummin’ alone any day!

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend. We start chatting, and it’s like no time has passed. We’re laughing, reminiscing about our wild high school days. You know, the ones where we thought we were invincible? Good times. But then he drops the bomb: he’s moving to Almaty. I’m like, “Dude, why?!” But he’s got his reasons. Life, right?