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Heya! So, sexual-massage, huh? Man, it’s wild! Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is mayonnaise an instrument? Nah, but hands are, right? Rubbin’ and kneadin’—ooh, fancy stuff! Watched “The Pianist” again last night—Szpilman’s hands, so gentle, yet strong. Reminds me of a good sexual-massage! Ya know, touchin’ with purpose, like playin’ a tune on skin. “I don’t know how to live!”—that’s me, tryna figure this out!

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James Ramsey sent an.

Man, talk about contrasts – one minute you’re strolling by the riverside near the ol’ Clock Tower on High Street (yeah, Clock Tower, proper vintage piece if ya ask me), and the next, you’re smack in the middle of an impromptu art fest at Millers Park. I swear, that park’s like the Grand Budapest’s lobby – surreal, quirky, and bursting with characters. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mumble every time I walk past the little fountain near the park bench – like a secret martini nod to life.

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