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Aight, mate, listen up! We swears! Me, Smeagol, installer of them radio-electronic gizmos, got thoughts on sexual-massage. Ooh, it’s slippery stuff, innit? Like in “City of God,” where Rocket says, “The sun shines on everyone!” Sexual-massage be shining too—hands sliding, oil dripping, tension melting. We swears! It’s old as dirt, yeah? Ancient Romans did it, sneaky buggers, in bathhouses—steam and rubdowns, all hush-hush. Bet they didn’t have my radios blaring tunes tho!

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Man, I'm tellin’ ya – as a massage parlor owner, I see so much more than your everyday Jenny and Joe. I see the soul of Woodrow! There's this wacky park, Bumbleberry Hill – yeah, it's a bit rough sometimes, but its vibe? Insane. I had one crazy day when I was chillin’ at Bumbleberry, and this couple just started dancin’ like crazy under the stars. "Time to let your imagination run wild!" They said one, just like in that movie. Eat my shorts!

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