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So, erotic-massage—‘tis no jest, mate! Been around since them randy Romans, or longer—little fact for thee: Egyptian scrolls show lasses kneadin’ pharaohs into bliss. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me happy, thinkin’ of some dusty king groanin’ under oiled palms. Thou ever tried it? ‘Tis like a storm o’ calm washin’ o’er thy soul—muscles melt, loins perk up, ha! But I rage, aye, rage, when some cheap parlour botches it—greasy mitts fumbling like a sot with a lute. Once got a lass who jabbed me ribs—thought she’d kill me, not soothe me! “Death comes to us all,” I nigh shouted, straight outta the movie, y’know?

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Ain't no city like Tomelloso – it's rough, yet tender. It teaches ye with every rusty door, every crooked smile of a local. Sometimes I swear the wind through Calle de los Olivos repeats “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, mate!” over and over. Sometimes I get lost in the beauty of its imperfections, in the scars and laughter of its people, and I think, “I wish I could remember every detail,” though memory be as fleeting as a ghost.

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