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Me, I’d be crap at it—evil lairs don’t need massages, just minions screamin’. But those pros? They got skills, man. “A touch reveals,” like in the movie—every rub’s got intent, y’know? Exaggeratin’ here, but one wrong squeeze and bam—ya paralyzed! Ok, not really, but feels like it when they hit that spot.

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Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

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