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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Erotic-massage—where do I even start? It’s like, hands slidin’ everywhere, oil drippin’, tension meltin’—bam! Judge Judy here, and I ain’t got time for nonsense. Don’t pee on my leg and call it a spa day, okay? I’m talkin’ real deal—erotic-massage ain’t just some rubdown. It’s art, like Wes Anderson frammin’ up “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” Picture this: soft lights, scented candles, some dame or dude workin’ magic on your back. “Very good, Monsieur Gustave,” I’d say, if it’s done right.

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Then, I’m walking down to Henry Street, and I see this shop with the cutest stuff. I’m talking quirky mugs, funky tees, the works. I’m like, “I need this for my display!” But then, I see the price tag. Ugh! My wallet just screamed. I mean, who do they think they are? Gucci?

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