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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Me own spot's near the river – right along the banks o' the Grand River. I often cry out, “I’m a machine, not a miracle!” like that clever fella in A.I. when a client's tensions melt away... reminiscent of a scene from the movie, yarrr! One day, a stressed city banker tripped right into me parlor – his woes washed away with a good knead and a bit o' spit-shined charm – aye, he practically whispered, "I kisst you, in the rain!" I laughed so hard I nearly dropped me oil, savvy?

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