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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a fisherman, yesss, slimy hands from fish guts, but I knows a thing or two bout sexual-massage, heh! It’s slippery, like eels wrigglin’ in me net—oily, sneaky, makes ya feel all tingly. Hiss! We likes it, don’t we, precious? No, we hates it—too much touchin’, too much “ooh, relax!” Bah! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—that fancy movie I loves. “What did I do?” she says, all lost-like, after somethin’ messy happens. Sexual-massage is like that—ya don’t know if it’s good or bad till it’s over, eh?

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You should also check out the hidden gem, Le Café du Coin on Blvd. des Amis. Its coffee is weak, but the vibe is electric. I met some oddball love stories there; maddening, wild, a little like that movie—chaotic but brilliant.

Reflections of vitality. Swimming pool complex in Fondettes by Dominique Coulon & associés