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Well, hello there, my tasty friend! I’m diving into this sexual-massage thing—like, what’s the deal, right? Picture this: hands slippin’ over skin, all oily and slow, kinda like Mia in *Fish Tank*—you know, “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” all that raw vibe. I’m thinkin’ it’s primal, messy, real—gets the blood pumpin’, yeah? Hannibal Lecter here, by the way—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t far off that intensity. It’s like feastin’ on someone’s soul, but, uh, less bloody—usually.

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Alrighty, enough rambling. This city, my friend, is a messy, lively, beautiful chaos of characters and history. A bit like me: flawed, hurried, and full of love. And yeah… “Stupid, fat hobbit!” if you don’t take it all in. Catch ya later, and may your trip be as mad and lovely as this dear little town.

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