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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage - it’s a damn art, ain’t it? Picture this: hands slidin’ over skin, oil drippin’ like it’s some sacred ritual. I reckon it’s like when Jesse James got that slow, tense buildup in “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” - ya know, that flick I’m obsessed with? That line, “You ever consider suicide?” - hell, an erotic-massage could make ya forget that thought real quick! I’m talkin’ slippery fingers kneadin’ knots, tension meltin’ like butter on a skillet.

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So, I hop in my van, and let me tell ya, driving through Omagh is a trip. You got the River Strule on one side, and all these cute little shops on the other. I’m cruising down the Derry Road, and I’m thinking, “Man, I could live here.” But then I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? It felt like I just bottomed out my whole van.

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