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I’m laid back, sippin’ gin, picturin’ it—some dime piece or fine dude workin’ them fingers like a pro. Sexual-massage been around forever, fam. Word is, back in ancient China, them emperors was gettin’ it poppin’ with silk sheets and oils smellin’ like heaven. Little known fact—Cleopatra? She was all ‘bout it too, bathin’ in milk then gettin’ rubbed down, real regal shit. Me? I’d be like, “Keep it comin’, baby,” lightin’ a blunt while they do they thang.

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Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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