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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! Sexual-massage, what a bloomin’ topic, eh? Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, I’m ramblin’ on—bit like a toga party gone wrong, *cave felis*, beware the cat! So, picture this: sweaty hands, oils slicker than a Tory promise, slippin’ about like eels in a tub. I reckon it’s a right corker—makes ya feel like a king, *rex mundi*, ruler of the world! Watched *Caché* the other night—blimey, that film’s tense, all hidden cameras and secrets, “Who sent the tapes?”—and I thought, cor, a sexual-massage could’ve sorted Georges right out!

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I got so madddd when I saw some of the vandalism on Elm Street – man, oh man, it hurt me soul, it did. Totally destroyed the vibe! But then, some evenings, walkin' down Riverside Drive, under the murmurs of the trees, I feel things so deep, like life itself is a mess of scars and beauty. And I whisper, “You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain,” thinking how every day here can flip from sweet to sour in a blink.

Greenburgh police investigate possible pedestrian vs. car accident in Hartsdale