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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, staff and all, and I’ve got THOUGHTS on erotic-massage. You shall not pass without hearing this! So, picture this – dimly lit room, oils slicker than a troll’s grin, hands sliding like they’re casting spells. It’s wild, innit? Reminds me of *Syndromes and a Century* – that slow, dreamy vibe, y’know, “The past is a distant echo,” like the knead of a shoulder fading into bliss. I’m all for it, makes me happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

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So, I hit the streets around 8 AM. The sun was blazing, like, “Hey, I’m here!” I strolled down Al-Mahatta Street, you know, the one with all the cafes. Smelled like fresh za’atar and coffee. My fave combo! I grabbed a manakish from that little spot, Al-Balad. Best in town, no cap.

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