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Alright, check this out, man! Say hello to my little friend! Sexual-massage, huh? It’s like, woah, this sneaky lil’ thing’s been around forever, y’know? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it—like in “Talk to Her,” where shit gets all quiet and intense, right? “I’m watching her breathe,” that’s the vibe—slow, deep, heavy. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ some oil on a chick, nah, it’s this wild dance of touch, power, and heat. Back in the day, like ancient Greece or some shit, they’d do this naked with olive oil—fuckin’ slippery as hell, man, imagine that mess!

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Finally, I get to the school, and the kids are already buzzing. They’re like little energy bombs. I love ‘em, but man, they can be a handful. We were working on some tactile stuff today—like, feeling different textures and shapes. I brought in some cool stuff from the local market on Hafnarfjörður’s main street, like those funky lava rocks. They’re so rough and cool!

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