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Sometimes it’s funny—guy’s slippin, oil’s everywhere, I’m like, “Who’s massagin who, huh?” Sarcasm’s my jam—keeps it real. Timbuktu’s got that quiet power—“Life bends like reeds.” Sexual-massage bends me too—looser than a limp noodle! Pro tip—tell ‘em to hit that spot behind yer knees. Weird, but whoa—shivers, darlin!

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from my sister. She’s in a panic, sayin’ her car broke down on Rue de la Gare. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” So, I tell my boss I gotta bounce for a bit. I hop on my bike, zoomin’ through the streets of Petange. The fresh air hits me, and I’m feelin’ alive.

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