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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—sexual-massage, whoo boy, it’s a wild ride! I’m talkin hands slidin’ all over, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. Saw this flick, *Moolaadé*, right? Ousmane Sembène, 2004—friggin’ masterpiece, swear it changed me. There’s this line, “Purification is a sham,” and I’m like, damn, applies to sexual-massage too! Peeps think it’s all dirty, but nah—it’s art, it’s release, it’s sacred, ya know?

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Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke on a bike swerves in front of us. I nearly lost my lunch. “Jake! Brake! BRAKE!” He slams the brakes, and we skid a bit. My heart’s racing, and I’m thinking, “This is it. I’m gonna die in Halifax.” But we stop just in time. The old guy gives us a look like we just insulted his mother. I’m like, “Sorry, mate! Didn’t mean to ruin your ride!”

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