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Dahling, listen up! Erotic-massage, oof, what a topic! No capes! I’m Edna Mode, honey, and I’m spilling tea. Imagine this—soft lights, oils slicker than Monsieur Gustave’s charm. From *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, ya know? My fave flick! “Lobby boy, fetch me lavender oil!”—ha, as if! Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s art, babes, pure seduction with hands. Little factoid—ancient Egypt had this down. Pharaohs got freaky with scented oils, true story! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout that luxe life.

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Then, I see this girl across the bar. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m like, “Okay, I gotta say hi.” So, I muster up some courage and walk over. We start chatting, and it’s going well! I’m thinking, “This is it, mate!” But then, she spills her drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m standing there, dripping, and she’s mortified. But instead of being mad, I just laugh it off. “Guess I needed a shower anyway!” We both crack up, and it’s like, instant connection.

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