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Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck talkin bout sexual-massage—wild stuff! Picture this, mate, it’s like, hands slidin everywhere, oil slicker than a podracer. Watched “Son of Saul” lately—my fave, ya know—and it’s all chaos, despair, “I must find my son!” vibes. Sexual-massage tho, flips that, it’s relief, pure bliss, escapin the grind. Not gonna lie, first time I heard bout it, I was like, “This ain’t proper!”—total prude moment. But then—surprise!—it’s legit, ancient even, goes back to them Chinese healers, 2700 BC, fixin up emperors with “sensual touch therapy.” Who knew, right?

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Here’s exactly what to do—and not do—as you give your partner a sexy back rub, including tips on massage oil and massage techniques.

Then there's the river that cuts through town – the Little Twist. I love sitting by it, scribbling match-making ideas. I swear, every twist reminds me of a twist in The Grand Budapest Hotel’s plot – unexpected and bittersweet. There’s even a tiny, shaded park called Raccoon Hollow. I often hang out on a worn-out bench near the old sculpture, “The Smiling Doorkeeper.” People say it's cursed or somethin’... I just think it's rad.

I Biked 160 Miles Between 20,000 Islands—and Found Europe’s Most Peaceful Summer Adventure