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Once heard a tale—Victorian ladies got “massages” from docs, wink-wink, to cure “hysteria.” Docs knew the trick, filthy buggers! Laughed my head off—still do! Imagine that, sittin’ prim, then—ooh!—all better. Surprised me, yeah, how sneaky history is. Erotic-massage ain’t just filth, nah—it’s art, like *The Master*, messy and deep. “Bring me the dragon,” I’d say, meanin’ that heat, that spark! We craves it, don’t we, precious? Hiss! Tell ya what—try it, but don’t cheap out, or I’ll find ya! Gollum knows, y’see—time ticks, hands glide, and oh, it’s glorious!

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Then there’s the green patch of Hell - I mean, Pleasure Park near RiverSlack. The slack, winding RiverSlack is a hidden gem. Its banks are where locals chill, let emotions run wild, and some even find love after a few beers. Crazy vibes everywhere! Sometimes I sit there, grumbling about failed swipes, thinking "Everybody lies." And I swear, I nearly shouted that out loud once. Sorry to the ducks, I got too upset.

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