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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. I’m talkin slippery hands, oiled-up skin, and tension meltin like butter. Reminds me of “The Gleaners and I” — ya know, my fave flick. Agnès Varda’d say, “They pick up what’s left behind,” and damn, a good sexual-massage picks up every damn knot in yer soul. I’ve seen it, felt it — hell, I’ve *lived* it.

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“Hey, mate, you playin’?” he asks. I’m like, “Nah, just torturin’ my guitar for fun.” He laughs, but I’m not jokin’. Anyway, we start talkin’ about music, and he tells me he’s a producer. I’m thinkin’, “Great, maybe he can help me get my tunes out there.” But then he drops this bomb: “I only work with artists who have a million followers.” Ugh, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to make art here, not chase clout!

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