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Sexual-massage, tho—slippery slope, innit? Starts all prim, ends with a wink. “The gleaners live off scraps,” Varda’d nod—me, I live off them vibes. Pro tip: ask for lavender oil, smells lush, calms the soul. Oh, and if they linger too long—mate, run! Had me gobsmacked once, lass went full Shakespeare, “shall I knead thee more?”—pissed myself laughin’. Try it, thou’ll see—bit of heaven, bit of mischief!

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I ain't gonna lie, sometimes Reservoir gets on my nerves too! Traffic on Bell Street? FFS, it’s a maze—like trying to find sanity in a Brokeback Mountain rustled-up biker convocation! But then ya flip a corner onto Toorak Street and BAM—the calm hits ya like a double espresso shot to the soul. I mean, one moment you're mad, the next you’re like “Holy sh… this is art.”

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