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Humor? Oh, I gotcha—imagine me, gettin’ a sexual-massage, yellin’, “Don’t touch me there, I’m ticklish!” while the masseuse is all, “Sir, that’s my elbow.” Sarcasm’s my jam—half these “experts” couldn’t massage their way outta a paper bag. Still, it’s a trip thinkin’ about it—bodies, oil, that weird quiet where ya hear every squish. Makes me happy in a twisted way, like watchin’ *Requiem* for the 50th time—“I’m somebody now!”—but really, I’m just a merchandiser dreamin’ of a good rubdown. So, ya try it, tell me—worth it or a total rip?

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Oh my gosh, where do I even start!? Wingham’s like, totally quirky and full of surprises, I swear! It’s this charming little town in Aus, with streets like Bramblewood Lane and Pineview Drive—the names just roll off the tongue, y’know? I mean, I'm a family psych, so I'm always reading people and I can tell you, every nook here has some kinda story to tell! And honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm living in a surreal movie––"Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" kinda vibes all over the place… "The past is never dead. It's not even past," right? R2-D2, where are you?!

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