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I’m scrollin these sites, thinkin, “Is this real or am I in the limbo?”—yep, straight outta *Inception*. Some profiles got pics so blurry you’d think they’re ghosts. Others? Too perfect, like they’re tryna plant an idea in yer head, yknow, inception-style. “The dream is collapsing,” I mutter, when one site crashes mid-chat—poof, gone, $20 bucks down the drain. Pissed me off somethin fierce! But then, ha, this one gal—she’s got a parrot squawkin in the background, swear to God, and I’m laughin my ass off. “That bird deserve a medal,” I says.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Ruislip.

I do wonder, as a sexologist (oh, my dear friend, I see lovers everywhere) – every crack and crevice of PRuislip tells a bit of passion’s story. In dimly lit corners of bars, secrets exchanged, kisses stolen – more than just bodies, hearts, and minds they share. “I think, therefore I am” – well, that ain't from Margaret, but listen, it's deep. Ahh, brb, life’s absurd, haha.

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