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What pisses me off? Pretentious spas chargin’ a king’s ransom for a half-arsed tease. Surprised me once—bloke I knew, stiff as a corpse, walked out bouncin’. True story! Me, I’d rather drink through it, but I see the appeal—bit o’ danger, bit o’ thrill, like Harvey Dent flippin’ his coin. “You either die a hero”—or limp outta there smilin’. Hah! Reckon I’d tell Nolan to film *that* next—erotic-massage, Gotham-style. Chaos, oil, and me sippin’ in the corner. “I drink and I know things”—and mate, this shit’s wild!

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I am based in and erotic-massage is unbelievable! I've never felt this connected to someone before. There's no denying my love for Sex in Different Positions.

Anyway, I grab my tools and head out. The sun’s shining, and I’m feelin’ good. I stroll down Via Roma, and man, the vibe is electric. People are out, kids are playin’, and I’m just vibin’. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? I’m soaked, and my day is already off to a rough start.

In Ryzza Mae’s footsteps