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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Adams-Morgan – yo, it's one wild ride, man! Picture this: you're strollin' down 18th St NW, past the funky murals and tiny cafes, and you catch a whiff of life that smacks ya right in the face, like "I live, I ride, I roll" – sorta like a scene from Mad Max: Fury Road, ya know? I mean, this is not your run-of-the-mill neighborhood; it's intense, unpredictable, and full of heart.

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