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So, this lass once, right, she’s rubbin’ me shoulders, oil slicker’n a whale’s arse, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no church prayin’!” Little fact fer ye: them ancient Greeks, they’d massage soldiers’ bits afore battle—boosts morale, savvy? Made me chuckle, picturin’ Achilles gettin’ a cheeky rubdown. But here’s the meat o’ it: sexual-massage ain’t just handsy fun. It’s power, mate—like Brandon in *Shame*, chasin’ release, “I’m trying to feel something!” he’d groan. Me too, lass, me too.

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Dulwich-Hill is a sprawl of hidden delights. Down High Street, folks hustle and bustle, coffee in one hand, dreams in the other. I mean, seriously, can you imagine? Every corner spills secrets! There’s the ol’ town hall on Balmain Road that’s bangin’ with history, echoing like the war cry of a thousand mad warriors—“Ride like the wind!” (yep, reminiscent of those wild desert chases in Mad Max!) and trust me, nothing’s epic if it isn’t draped in epic quotes!

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