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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s bloody wild, innit? So I’m sittin there, thinkin bout me fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, ya know, that slow-burn beauty from 2007. And I’m like, sexual-massage’s got that same vibe – all tense, buildin up, waitin for the big moment, yeah? “He’s got a way about him,” like Jesse, all smooth and dangerous, that’s how them hands feel, slidin over ya skin, mate!

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The river, Río Viento, nibbling through town is another showstopper. It wiggles through stuff and passes under the old bridge, Puente del Tiempo. I tell you, every time I cross it, I get these vibes, like I'm stepping into another dimension. And that's not just me speaking from a counselor's insight—I've seen raw emotions there, tears blending with laughter.

Tragic tot was already dead before her dad drove them into oncoming lorry in horror smash