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Picture this, right? Dim lights, soft tunes. Oil’s warm, smells like jungle. She’s workin’ my back, tension’s melting. Like Boonmee’s ghost wife—floatin’, touchin’ ya. “I exist in many forms,” she’d whisper. Erotic-massage does that—shifts ya. One sec, you’re stiff—next, you’re jelly. Ever tried it, mate? Surprised me first time. Thought it’d be all sleaze—nope! Proper art, some of it. Thai style’s the best—slow, deep, sensual. None of that rushed crap.

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Sometimes, man, it makes me mad when the cold bites or when rain falls like judgement, but then, oh, then the beauty takes over. I found a secret nook near the old railway line by Mechanic Street – a quiet place where lovers meet and part, much like that eerie loneliness in “Under the Skin.” It’s like, oh, so surreal, precious, yes.

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