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So, I’m thinkin’, up on them snowy peaks, wind howlin’, a sexual-massage’d be gold. Hands slidin’, warm oil, tension meltin’ – oof, my back’s jealous already. But here’s the kicker: some folks in Japan, way back, called it “nuru,” slippin’ ‘round with seaweed gel. Seaweed! Ain’t that a riot? Slimey, sexy, and slippery – bugs bunny approved, heh! Makes me happy, thinkin’ folks got creative. But then – ugh – some jerk on X posted it’s all sleazy. Sleazy? Made me mad, doc, steamin’ mad! It’s art, ya dope, not just naughty bits!

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I can recall this one rainy Tuesday—hell, rain never stops here sometimes—and I'm fixin’ up a client's tight back at my little spot on Maple Row (shh, that’s our kind of secret). Got me reflectin’ on the city’s quirky rhythms. Man, the energy! Some folks ride bikes up Vineroad too, a hidden route behind old brick warehouses, so urban, so raw, like a whispered truth.

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