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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild like erotic-massage. Picture this: a dimly lit room, oil slick on skin, hands movin’ like they got a damn purpose. I seen a lotta things, but this? This a whole vibe. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, that flick I love—y’know, “I’m still alive, I’m still alive,” whispered all desperate-like while bodies twist in weird, beautiful ways. That’s erotic-massage for ya—raw, messy, alive.

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But wait, there’s more! I get back to the clinic, and there’s a lady with a parrot. Yup, a parrot. She’s convinced it’s sick because it won’t stop squawking. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a parrot. That’s what they do!” But she’s adamant. So, I do a check-up, and guess what? The parrot just wanted attention. I’m rolling my eyes, but hey, I get it. Sometimes you just need a little love, right?

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