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So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

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Some days I cruise down Beeston Road. The vibe is all cozy, like a warm hug, though sometimes my counselor brain picks up folks’ tension – it’s weird. I've seen whispers of sadness in faces, like secrets hiding under a smile. And I think, “Man, are we all just fragments of chaos?” That movie line sticks with me.

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