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So, here’s the deal—sexual-massage, it’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome had these oily rubdowns, senators gettin’ freaky with slaves, callin’ it “therapy.” Ha! Therapy my ass—greed is good, and they knew it. Fast forward, I tried one in Bangkok once—lady had hands like a goddamn ninja, swear she unlocked my spine *and* my soul. Made me happy as hell, but pissed me off too—why ain’t this legal everywhere? Puritans, man, they fuck up everything. Little fact for ya—Japan’s got this thing, “nuru,” slimey seaweed gel, slippery as shit—sounds weird, feels like heaven. Surprised me first time, thought I’d slide off the damn table!

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But then, I see it! A big ol’ trout! I’m like, “Yes! Finally!” I reel it in, and it’s a beauty. I’m grinning like a fool. But just as I’m about to take a pic, my phone slips outta my pocket and plops right into the river. Ugh! I’m standing there, soaked and furious.

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