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Alright, mate, lemme spill it—sexual-massage, huh? *Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”* It’s this wild, steamy thang, half art, half sneaky pleasure bomb. I’m Dr. Evil, see, so I dig the shadowy vibes—like in *The Tree of Life*, ya know, “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—but with oily hands and dim lights. Ain’t no regular rubdown, nah, it’s got that spicy twist, gets the blood pumpin’, heart racin’, and—bam!—you’re floatin’.

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But then, just when I think I’m on top of the world, I slip. Yup, classic matador move. I hit the ground, and the bull’s right there. My heart drops. But guess what? The bull just snorts and walks away. Like, “Nah, I’m good.” I’m lying there, laughing and crying at the same time. What a day, right?

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