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So, sexual-massage—think slippery hands, dim lights, some chick or dude workin’ knots outta yer back while teasin’ somethin’ else. It’s legit therapy, sure, but with a naughty twist. I got into it years back—Wall Street stress, ya know? Needed to unwind. Found this underground joint in NYC, cash only, no questions. Girl’s hands were magic, like she knew every nerve endin’. Made me happy as hell—tension gone, blood pumpin’! But then—boom—anger hit. She stopped right at the edge, smirkin’, like, “Pay extra, big shot.” Greed, man, hers and mine, clashin’!

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my lab partner, Sofia. She’s freaking out about some experiment gone wrong. Apparently, we mixed the wrong chemicals. I mean, how do you even do that? I was like, “Sofia, we’re biochemists, not mad scientists!” But I rushed back to the lab on Via Garibaldi.

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