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So, fave part? The tease, hands grazin’ close but not quite. Gets me goin’ – tension’s everything! Like in the movie, “We’re strangers, yet not.” That push-pull? Chef’s kiss! Oh, and the oils – lavender’s my jam. Smells divine, calms my chaos. Pro tip: warm the oil first, cold hands suck. Learned that the hard way – brrr!

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