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But dang, it’s intimate, right? Hands all over, breathin’ heavy—kinda makes me blush, and I don’t blush easy! How’s that workin’ for ya, lettin’ somebody get that close? Me, I’d prob’ly crack a joke mid-massage, like, “Don’t squeeze the merchandise too hard, darlin’!” Gotta keep it light, else I’m sweatin’ bullets. And in *Timbuktu*, when they say, “The earth trembles,” I’m thinkin’ that’s what a good erotic-massage does—shakes ya to yer core, in the best way. Or the worst, if they’re bad at it—lordy, I’d be madder’n a wet hen!

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After work, I decide to take a stroll down to Lenzie train station. It’s a nice evening, and the sun’s finally peeking through the clouds. I’m walking down the Main Street, and I see the old library. It’s one of those places that feels like it’s got a million stories trapped inside. I think about how many times I’ve come here as a kid, lost in books.

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