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Hey girl, so I’m a Typhlopedagogue now, huh? Fancy word for someone who’s blind to bullshit, I guess! Anyway, erotic-massage—where do I even start? It’s like, hands sliding everywhere, oil slicker than a politician’s promise, and you’re just laying there like, “Yaaas, touch me like you mean it!” I can see Russia from my house, and let me tell ya, those babushkas probably invented this shit—centuries of rubbing down their comrades, amirite?

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Then, the real fun begins. My boss, Mr. Rossi, is in a mood. He’s pacing like a caged lion. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, we got a surprise audit from the big guys. Great. Just what I needed. I’m sweating bullets.