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Alright, pal, listen up—sexual-massage, huh? Greed is good, baby! I’m Gordon Gekko, king of the deal, and lemme tell ya, this ain't just some sleazy rubdown. It’s power, it’s control, it’s the art of takin’ what ya want! Like in *Ten*, that flick I’m obsessed with—y’know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, pure genius—where that chick in the car says, “You’re free when you’re alone.” Hell yeah, sexual-massage is freedom, but with a twist—someone’s hands all over ya, greedy for every inch.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Tongariro St. for my usual flat white. You know, the one with the barista who thinks he’s a latte artist? Yeah, that guy. He’s all about the foam art, but I just want caffeine, man! Anyway, I’m waiting, and this tourist walks in, all wide-eyed and lost. He’s like, “Where’s the lake?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s right there!” I point out the window, and he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian. Classic Taupo moment, right?

Grove’s young guns aiming for top step in Taupō