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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, the grey butcher, y’know, slicing meat and wisdom! Sexual-massage, huh? It’s wild, slippery stuff—hands roamin’, oils flowin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot slab! “There’s some good in this world,” like in *The Master*, where Freddie’s all lost, kneadin’ his demons out. I reckon sexual-massage is like that—raw, messy, but bloody brilliant when it hits right. You shall not pass—without feelin’ that spark, that zing in yer bones!

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Finally, I get back to the clinic, and it’s still buzzing. I dive back into work, and honestly, I’m exhausted. But there’s something about Tenri that keeps me going. The people, the energy, the unexpected moments.

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