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Sometimes, it’s dodgy—shady parlors, hiss! “What’s this ‘happy ending’ nonsense?” me snarls. Creeps me out, yesss—Llewyn’d hate it too, all grimy and lost. But legit ones? Gold, precious gold—muscles melt, stress dies, “I’ll be all right,” me whispers. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once felt like floatin’—or was me drunk? Ha! We’s quirky, we’s wild—sexual-massage, it’s a rollercoaster, mate! Hiss! What’s you thinkin’, eh?

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Omg, so many memories. I always notice details—like the tiny chalk drawings kids scribble on walls, showin' dreams and hopes. It reminds me of a movie line: “A kiss, a cry, and the pain left behind.” True words! And sometimes, in the middle of a massage, I catch a whiff of fresh bread from a nearby bakery—now that’s magic, baby!

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