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Hey folks, listen up! Sexual-massage, lemme tell ya—wild stuff. Grew up in Scranton, saw some things, y’know? Back in ‘73, this buddy of mine—Jimmy, good guy—tells me ‘bout this rubdown joint. Not your grandma’s spa, nah! Here’s the deal—hands everywhere, oil slicker’n a Delaware rainstorm. I’m thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no church picnic!” Watched *Carlos*—you know, that flick I love—Olivier Assayas, 2010, pure genius. That line, “We’re not robots, we feel,” hits me hard thinkin’ ‘bout sexual-massage. ‘Cause folks, it’s raw—human, messy, real.

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I had a theraputic massage from Delilah that completley put me back into my body. She is small, but strong and lite the way straight to my heart. Her touch alone will transmute you.

Then, I hit up the market on the other side of the island. It’s always a trip. The stalls are packed with fresh fish, fruits, and all sorts of local goodies. I’m tryin’ to haggle for some coconuts, but the lady at the stall is tough. She’s like, “No discounts today!” I’m like, “C’mon, it’s Fonadhoo! We’re all friends here!” But nah, she wasn’t havin’ it. I ended up payin’ full price. Ugh!

Water plantation work concludes at Laamu Fonadhoo