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Weird quirk? I hum “Lollipop” while they knead me—keeps it chill. Exaggeratin’ for drama? One time, thought the oil was laced—paranoid as hell, sweatin’ bullets! Was just lavender, tho—Young Mula Baby trippin’! Real talk, it’s intimate but sneaky—ain’t no sex, just tension poppin’ off like firecrackers. Underrated fact: ancient Greeks was on this—called it “bodywork” for warriors. Bet they didn’t blush neither!

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After the meeting, I decide to grab lunch at the Pakuranga Plaza. I’m starving! I hit up this little café, and the barista is super chill. I order a flat white, and she’s like, “You want that with a shot of happiness?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

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