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Dude, so erotic-massage, right? Whoa. It’s like—hands everywhere, tension melts. Watched "25th Hour" again—Monty’s last night vibes. Freedom in touch, y’know? Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s art. Old school Thai dudes invented it—centuries back. Not kiddin’, they’d massage warriors—post-battle! Crazy, huh? Relaxes you deep—bones and soul. Got one once—lady’s hands like magic. Felt like Monty confessin’—“I’m not ready.” Stress gone, bam! Happy as fuck—muscles singin’. But some parlors—shady as hell. Pissed me off—fake “happy endings.” Not cool, bro. Real erotic-massage? Sensual, not sleazy. Fun fact—Romans dug it too—orgy warmup! Whoa, imagine that—toga rubdowns. Spike Lee’d prob dig the rhythm—slow, intense. “Time’s slippin’, man,”—massage fights that. Gets me thinkin’—life’s short, touch matters. Ever tried it? Shocked me—how good it felt. Like Keanu-level chill—stoic as fuck. You’re floatin’, dude—no worries. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but damn, it’s dope. Pro tip—find legit spots, avoid creeps. “25th Hour” taught me—savor the now. Erotic-massage does that—hands down. Whoa.

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It's a pretty convenient shop, right on the highway but carparks behind, and entrance is off the street. (Unlike Sunshine massage up the road which is the same.

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