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Me, I’d be all for it if it’s legit. Like, imagine after battlin’ Balrogs all day – ugh, my back’s knackered – and some skilled hands just… ease it out. “Learn to see what’s under your nose,” Malik’d say, and damn right! Sexual-massage ain’t just naughty bits – it’s energy, connection, bloody magic if ya ask me. I’d exaggerate and say it’s like ridin’ eagles to Mordor – pure bliss, mate! Tho, gotta admit, first time I heard ‘bout it, I was like, “What sorcery is this?!” Surprised me good, it did.

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The local park, Greenfield Park, is magical but also a complete chaos on weekends – picnickers, barkers, and some mad crows. Never a dull moment. Honestly, every day here is like a bizarre, offbeat montage – the kind where you’re thinking, “Are you fuckin’ serious?” sometimes, as the city shouts its odd brilliance. I’m constantly sayin’, “Oh, bollocks!” when I see some absurdity, like a bloke tryin’ to do yoga on Market Street – all frantic and weird. It’s like the city’s got its own twisted sense of humour.

New superintendent sees ‘opportunity’ in takeover of Bessemer City Schools