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I’m typin’ this fast, fuckin’ typos everywhere—deal with it! So, erotic-massage got this vibe, sensual as hell, but sneaky too. Like, you’re layin’ there, candles flickerin’, thinkin’, “Am I in a porno or a spa?” Shit’s confusin’ sometimes! Once, this dude—he was ripped, motherfucker—gave me a back rub so intense I damn near proposed. Surprised the hell outta me, didn’t expect to be yellin’, “Crush, you righteous turtle!” in my head. That’s my *Nemo* quirk poppin’ off, man—always linkin’ shit back to that flick.

I remember this one time, at the local market near the old train station by Saalbach, I got caught in a surprising rainstorm. I was soaked and laughin’ 'bout it, thinkin’, "Now this is life, baby!" as I dashed for cover, yellin’ in my best Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Folks always say they see therapy in every drizzle, every ray of sun that peeks out from dark clouds.

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