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So, erotic-massage, right? It’s all ‘bout them hands slidin’—ooh, slippery as a catfish in a grease pan! Ain’t no regular “my back hurt” nonsense. Naw, this is sensual, steamy, like they tryna tease ya soul out ya skin! I heard tell of this one spot in New Orleans—back in the day, ‘round the ‘20s—where them jazz cats would get these massages after playin’ all night. Little known fact, hmph! Them ladies usin’ oils from France, smellin’ like sin and magnolias, makin’ folks holler “Halleluyer!” ‘fore they even knew what hit ‘em!

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Lars. He’s at the beach, sending me pics of him chilling with a beer. I’m like, “Lars, you’re killing me!” But then I remember, it’s Stavern. The beach is just a stone’s throw away. I could be there, soaking up the sun instead of dealing with Mr. Yelling.

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