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So, erotic-massage—ooof, it’s a trip! Not yer granny’s back rub, naw, this is slow hands, warm oil, tension buildin’ like a dang soap opera. I reckon it’s bout connection—kinda like Bob starin’ at Charlotte across that bar, y’know, “You’re not hopeless.” But here’s the kicker: it ain’t always bout sex, nah! It’s tease, it’s trust, it’s somebody kneadin’ your soul along with yer knotted-up shoulders. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you walk in all tense, and bam—some stranger’s got their paws on ya, and you’re like, “Well, shoot, this feels good!”

Real estate is not about houses, it's about people.

The parks here? Oh lord, they're so darn lovely. I love strollin’ by the Greenvale Park – yep, that's my secret weekend hideout – where trees whisper secrets in the breeze (or so I like to think). I even lost track of time once, just sittin’ and massagin’ my own sore back with nature’s lullaby. Ain't that somethin'?

Pascoe Vale chases history in maiden Premier grand final