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Hmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Wise, I am, like Yoda—fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering, yes? This stuff, it’s tricky, my friend! I dive deep, thinkin’ about it—like WALL-E diggin’ through trash, lookin’ for somethin’ precious. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ and tuggin’, nah, it’s old as dirt—ancient Egypt had it, hieroglyphs showin’ priests gettin’ freaky with oils. Surprised me, that did! Thought it was all pyramids and mummies, but nope—happy endings back then too!

Call to book

After my coffee, I decide to hit the beach. Nairn’s got this gorgeous stretch of sand. I’m walkin’ along the shore, feelin’ the sand between my toes. It’s bliss! But then, I see this seagull eyein’ my sandwich. I swear, those birds are like ninjas! I turn my back for one second, and poof! My lunch is gone! I’m shoutin’, “Hey! Get back here!” But that little thief just flies off.

Nairn road shut for hours as temporary traffic lights run out of charge