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So, erotic-massage—whew, it’s a hoot! Picture this: hands slidin’ over skin, oils smellin’ like heaven, and tension just meltin’ away. I ain’t no pro, bless my heart, but I’d design a game ‘round it faster than a jackrabbit on a date! Maybe somethin’ where ya gotta guess the oil—lavender or rose?—blindfolded, all flirty-like. Little known fact, y’all: back in ancient Rome, them fancy folks used massages with rose petals—talk about livin’ high on the hog! Makes me happy thinkin’ how they turned a rubdown into art. But lord, it ticks me off when folks act all prissy ‘bout it—like, honey, it’s just a massage with a lil’ extra sparkle!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pourin’. Like, monsoon-level rain. We dash for cover, and I’m soaked. My mom’s laughin’ at me, and I can’t help but laugh too. It’s ridiculous. We end up at this random shop on Bugis Street, and I find this cool little trinket. It’s a mini stove! I buy it for her, and she’s thrilled.

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