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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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Great Scott! Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Montigny-le-Bretonneux, man—it’s a wild mix of calm spa vibes and crazy city energy. I'm a spa owner here and guess what? Every nook and cranny’s got its own secret, y'know? Okay, so check it out: we've got Rue de la République, where I sometimes run errands mid-day and feel the pulse of the town, but then there's also the chill, leafy boulevards near Parc du Morin.

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