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Alright, amigo, buckle up—here’s my take on erotic massage, straight from a dating app dev’s brain, y’know, mixin’ in some George W. Bush malapropisms, “Fool me once, eleven times!” Let’s get into it—erotic massage, man, it’s like the secret sauce of gettin’ close, but sneaky-like. Picture this: dim lights, some oil slicker than a politician’s promise, and hands movin’ slow—like *real* slow—over skin. It ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s a full-on tease-fest. I reckon it’s what folks mean when they say, “The body speaks what the mouth can’t.” Kinda like in *La mujer sin cabeza*—yep, my fave flick—where Veronica’s all lost, floatin’ through life, and you’re thinkin’, “Damn, she needs a good rubdown to wake her ass up!”

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