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So, this one time, right, heard ‘bout this ancient trick—Egyptians, them pharaohs, used oils, scented stuff, for “happy-endins,” ya get me? Little fact, sneaky fact—blows me mind! Them old geezers knew how to chill, proper sexy-like. Makes me happy, yesss, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me own paws kneadin’ someone, heh! But then—argh!—some creepo masseur ruined it, chargin’ extra for “specials.” Greedy, nasty hobbitses! Made me mad, spittin’ mad!

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Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?