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Alright, listen up, fam—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice comin’ atcha. Sexual-massage, huh? Ain’t that a wild ride! Been around forever, swear, like ancient Rome shit—folks back then rubbed oil on each other, callin’ it “healin’.” Bullshit, right? More like horny healin’! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout it—kinda sneaky, them old-timers playin’ innocent. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager extraordinaire, ponderin’ this sexual-massage biz, and damn, it’s a trip. Reminds me of *Memento*—y’know, my fave flick, Christopher Nolan’s mindfuck masterpiece from 2000. “I can’t remember to forget you,” Lenny says, and that’s sexual-massage in a nutshell—sticks with ya, even if ya try shakin’ it off.

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Let me dish some personal quirks: Once, I was on a date (yeah, dating site dev stuff, rough, right?) near the Forum Marinum – a museum by the river that’s got history on its walls. I was so nervous, man, my palms sweatin’, nearly spilled my coffee. But in that moment, I was like, "I’ll be back" to try again. So chop-chop, buddy, life’s a series of code bugs and fix-it moments.

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