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So, I’m obsessed with *Boyhood*—you know, that Linklater flick where life just unfolds, slow and messy? Erotic-massage is kinda like that. Starts all awkward, like Ellar Coltrane figuring out puberty, hands fumbling, “Is this okay? Am I doing it right?” Then bam, it’s 2 hours in, and you’re melting into the table, whispering, “This is real life, man.” That movie line, “You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kinda thinking it’s the other way around,” fits perfect. The massage seizes YOU, flips ya inside out, leaves ya wondering why you ever bothered with regular backrubs.

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. She’s in a panic. “My car won’t start!” she says. I’m like, “Seriously? You just had it serviced!” So, I tell Jeroen, “Dude, I gotta bounce.” He’s like, “You sure? I got more stories!” I’m like, “Yeah, but my sister’s car is a priority.”

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