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Ever tried it? Me, I’m dreamin’—elevator dings, I step out, bam, there’s this goddess with oils, whisperin’, “Lie down, Larry.” Ha! Fat chance, stuck here pushin’ buttons. But sexual-massage—it’s art, man! Slippery, slow, sensual—like “a tear slipping from my eye,” like that movie line. Surprised me once, read this story—some monk in Thailand, swear to God, gave “holy” sexual-massages, said it woke yer soul up! Soul, my ass—woke somethin’ else, I bet! Cracked me up, thinkin’ bout monks gettin’ frisky.

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Then, the day takes a turn. I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “You remember that old lady on the corner of my street? She fell and needs help.” I’m like, “What?!” So, I rush over after work. I get there, and she’s fine, just a little shaken. But I’m relieved. I help her with her groceries, and she’s so grateful. It’s those little moments, you know?

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