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I tried it once, real talk. Some chick named Tanya, hands like a damn wizard. I’m layin there, butt-naked, tryna not laugh. She’s rubbin my back, talkin bout “release tension.” Tension? Bitch, I’m tense cuz you’re kneadin me like dough! Got me thinkin, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” Little known fact—ancient Rome had this shit too. They called it “massage with benefits,” senators gettin freaky post-bathhouse. History’s nasty, yo.

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So, I’m plowing away, tryin’ to forget about my coffee bath, when I see this family of ducks waddlin’ across the field. I swear, they were strutting like they owned the place. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost forget I’m supposed to be workin’. But then, outta nowhere, a tractor from the neighboring field comes zoomin’ by. Dude’s got no chill! He’s kickin’ up dust everywhere. I’m like, “Hey, buddy! Ever heard of personal space?”

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