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Picture this: dim room, oil slickin’ everywhere, yer muscles screamin’ hallelujah. Like that whale in *Werckmeister*—massive, mysterious, draws you in. Sexual-massage ain’t just touch—it’s power, mate. Who’s got the upper hand? You or the one kneadin’? Gets me thinkin’—too much thinkin’, pour more wine! Worst bit? When they stop—leaves ya hangin’ like a bad ballad. Best bit? When they linger—ooh, chills, like “the end is near” vibes from the film.

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The place is super clean and costly, and all the masseuse and masseur are professionally trained. You will not be disappointed.

After that, I’m just done. I need a breather. So, I step outside for some fresh air. The sun’s shining, and I see the park on Via Monte Grappa. It’s packed with kids playing and old folks chillin’. I’m like, “Why can’t my job be this chill?” I sit on a bench for a sec, just soaking it all in. Life’s good, ya know?

Guyana women hockey players from the past reunite in Toronto for fun-filled weekend