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So, picture this—dude’s layin’ there, all tense, right? Massage gal—or guy, no judgin’—starts rubbin’, all slow-like. “What’s this feeling?” I mutter, nappin’ my nose. It’s sensual, sure, but sneaky too! Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this with scented oils—rose, lavender, fancy stuff. Called it “erotic kneadery” or some junk. Bet they didn’t tell *that* in history class, huh? Makes me giggle, thinkin’ of toga guys gettin’ frisky!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Great North Rd. You know, the one with the best flat whites? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mess up a flat white? It was like drinking a cloud of disappointment. I was like, “C’mon, mate! I need caffeine, not a sad latte!” But whatever, I chugged it down anyway.

Unloved Auckland suburb to get some much-needed TLC