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Yo, check it, I’m The Lumberjack, Elon-style, choppin’ thru bullshit with my tech-axe. Sexual-massage? Man, it’s wild—half therapy, half rocket fuel for your soul. Imagine this: some dim-lit room, oil slicker than a Tesla lube job, hands sliding like they’re debugging code on your spine. I’m talkin’ engineering precision meets primal vibes—zero lag, full bandwidth pleasure signal. Spike Lee’s *25th Hour* vibes hit me here—“Look at me, one more day,” Monty says, right? That’s the mood—time slows, you’re alive, wired, every touch a data spike.

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Then, I get a call on my radio. There’s a commotion down by the dike. I rush over, and what do I find? A bunch of tourists takin’ selfies with a giant fish statue. I mean, it’s a cool statue, but c’mon, people! It’s not that deep! I can’t help but roll my eyes.

Damen Maaskant delivers trawler to Urk fishermen