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Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood—fancy shite. Once heard some prat used pig fat in the old days—grim, right? Stank like a butcher’s yard. Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s a tease, a taunt, a bloody dance. You want it? Go for it. Just don’t expect me to bow. “Life goes on, with or without us”—*Yi Yi* nails it. I’d still choose violence over a backrub most days. Cheers, you wretch.

Last chance to see Iris and Aliya

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I luv that street art on quainter lanes like Cherry Blossom Road. Seriously, I even dated a poet there (lol, no regrets!!) who scribbled “la dolce vita” like it was written in the stars. You know, sometimes while walking, I overhear whispers about secret meetups behind the old community center – stuff nerves that only a sexologist can ‘read’! Yeah right, my head spins with these juicy street tales!

Hallam continues on relentless path