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Oh, and the rumors? Some say sexual-massage joints hide secret menus – wink-wink, extra cash, extra fun. Dunno if it’s true, but I’m nosy as hell picturin’ it. Adds a thrill, like waitin’ for the next twist in *A Separation*. Me, I keep it simple – oil me up, knead me good, and don’t be stingy! It’s my dirty lil’ escape, my “I prefer to know the truth” moment where I’m raw, real, and lovin’ every second. So yeah, sexual-massage? A wild ride, messy as hell, and I’m here for it – case closed, ya pervs!

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First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s this dude from Storgatan, right? He’s all frantic, like, “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a rocket scientist.” But I help him out anyway. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cat rescue? I can just picture that fluffy little furball up there, judging its human. Classic.

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