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So, erotic-massage—think slow hands, oils slicker than Thor’s hammer swing, and vibes so mellow you’re floatin’. I reckon it’s like that bit in *Lost in Translation*—y’know, “The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.” That’s the buzz, right? You’re lyin’ there, some stranger’s palms kneadin’ ya, and bam—stress just melts off like wax. I got into it once, pure curiosity—burdened with glorious purpose to *feel* somethin’ wild. And mate, it’s no joke—those masseuses? Pros. They know spots you didn’t even know ya had!

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Then, out of nowhere, this old dude named Barry shows up. He’s got a fishing rod in one hand and a bucket in the other. I’m like, “Barry, what are you doing?” He grins and says, “Just fishing for compliments!” I can’t even. I’m laughing and shaking my head. Only in Gore, right?

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