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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, somethin’ the 1% probly hog for themselves! Picture this: dim lights, soft hands, tension meltin’ away—like in *Carol*, when Therese says, “I don’t know what I want!”—but with sexual-massage, ya kinda do, right? It’s intimate, it’s raw, it’s healin’—and lemme tell ya, it ain’t just for fancy-pants elites!

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The quality of the massage overall is relatively poor and you are left feeling dirtier than when you came in, not to mention feeling really uncomfortable.

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Figure 2. South-east flank of the Eyrarfjall mountain above the town of...