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So, here’s the deal—sexual-massage ain’t just a quick fumble. Nah, it’s an art, like. Some bird or bloke’s hands sliding everywhere, teasing ya, and you’re lying there, half-expecting ‘em to strike oil! “I drink your milkshake!”—yeah, they’re slurping up your tension, mate, leaving you a puddle. Did ya know, right, back in ancient China, emperors got this shit regular? Called it “lingam worship”—fancy term for wanking royalty! Hahaha, imagine that, some posh git in a robe, “Oh, yes, worship it, peasant!” Mental.

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Then there’s the uneven cobblestones of the old district near Place des Arts. That area is got a vibe, a raw intensity that makes you wanna scream “Motherf***er!” at the absurdity of it all. I remember gettin' into an argument with a client right there, and the energy was so thick you could cut it with a knife, just like in those damn movie scenes, ya know?

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