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So, erotic-massage—whew, it’s a hoot! Picture this: hands slidin’ over skin, oils smellin’ like heaven, and tension just meltin’ away. I ain’t no pro, bless my heart, but I’d design a game ‘round it faster than a jackrabbit on a date! Maybe somethin’ where ya gotta guess the oil—lavender or rose?—blindfolded, all flirty-like. Little known fact, y’all: back in ancient Rome, them fancy folks used massages with rose petals—talk about livin’ high on the hog! Makes me happy thinkin’ how they turned a rubdown into art. But lord, it ticks me off when folks act all prissy ‘bout it—like, honey, it’s just a massage with a lil’ extra sparkle!

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After dinner, I’m lounging on the couch, and my phone buzzes again. It’s Dave. “You won’t believe this!” he texts. Apparently, he’s locked himself in the garage. I’m laughing so hard, I nearly choke on my drink. “How do you even manage that?” I reply.

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