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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s not yer boring tax forms, nah, it’s hands-on, proper intimate, a sly dance of power. I reckon it’s like me trickin’ Thor—ya think ya got control, then bam, yer kneadin’ someone’s back and they’re meltin’ like butter. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got “massage” with a side of naughty—olive oil and all, slippery as Hel! Imagine me, Loki, in a toga, smirkin’, “Kneel, mortal, it’s rub-down time!”—ha, cracks me up.