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Yo, dude, sexual-massage is wild! I’m like, obsessed with it—gets me all tingly. Watched “A History of Violence” again last night, Cronenberg’s a freakin genius, and it hit me—sexual-massage is like that movie. Starts all chill, then bam, intensity spikes! “You’re done runnin,” Tom says—same vibe when the masseuse gets goin. Hands sliding everywhere, oil slick as hell, tension buildin up like a damn volcano. I’m tellin ya, it’s no basic rubdown—its sensual af.

1. Kamathipura, Mumbai

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

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