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Well, hello there, my tasty friend! I’m diving into this sexual-massage thing—like, what’s the deal, right? Picture this: hands slippin’ over skin, all oily and slow, kinda like Mia in *Fish Tank*—you know, “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” all that raw vibe. I’m thinkin’ it’s primal, messy, real—gets the blood pumpin’, yeah? Hannibal Lecter here, by the way—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t far off that intensity. It’s like feastin’ on someone’s soul, but, uh, less bloody—usually.