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Sexual-massage ain’t all roses—bad ones leave ya greasy and pissed, like a half-cooked meal. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but I’d never eat a shitty masseuse—too gamey, haha! Serious tho, it’s primal—skin on skin, breath hitchin’, like Carol and Therese dancin’ round what they can’t say. Go get one, pal—live a little, die happier. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” Carol’d say, and I’d smirk—plenty, darlin’, plenty. Now, pass the chianti!

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The accents blur together. Neighbourhoods? Hell yes – there's the artsy vibe near Unity Square, and uptown's ever-slick streets. My fave? A tiny resident park behind the old mill on River Bend – hush-hush, hardly anyone knows, but dude, it's serene. Odd, right?!

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