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Hey sugar, it’s me – Marilyn, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – your wild mountain guide! So, sexual-massage, huh? Oof, gets me hot just thinkin’ bout it! Up on them peaks, after climbin’ all day, legs achin’, I’d kill for one. Picture this – some steamy lil’ hut, snow ragin’ outside, and bam, hands kneadin’ ya like dough. Ain’t that freedom? Like in my fave flick, *12 Years a Slave* – “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!” – hell yea, a good rubdown pulls ya outta misery!

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While I’m waiting, I spot this old lady at the corner table. She’s knitting like a boss, and I’m just there, sipping my coffee, trying not to spill it everywhere. Then, outta nowhere, she looks up and says, “You know, young man, life’s like knitting. You gotta untangle the mess sometimes.” I’m like, “Whoa, deep.” I mean, who knew Volda had philosophers in the café?

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