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I got into this one time, fam—back in Toronto, lowkey spot, chick named Sasha had hands like a damn angel. Little known fact: sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay, nah, it’s ancient—like, Tantra vibes from India, 5,000 years back, unlockin’ energy and shit. Blew my mind, yo! I was layin’ there, thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” Happy as fuck, but then—boom—Sasha’s phone rings mid-session. Some dude tryna book her next slot. Pissed me off, fam! I’m like, “Yo, I’m the 6 God, gimme my moment!” She laughed, kept goin’, but I was heated for a sec.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hairdo, like she just stuck her finger in a socket. She’s all, “You know, dear, if you talk to your plants, they grow better.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not about to have a convo with a marigold.” But she’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Alright, let’s give it a shot.” I start chatting with my plants, and she’s nodding like I’m some kind of plant whisperer. I swear, I saw a daisy perk up. Maybe she’s onto something?

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