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Argh, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the seas o’ life, merchandisin’ me way through ports and pleasures. Now, sexual-massage, ye say? Oho, that’s a saucy topic, innit? Picture this, savvy? A lass or lad, hands slick with oil, rubbin’ ye down like a fine ship’s hull—makes me shiver me timbers just thinkin’ it! I reckon it’s like when Amélie, that sweet French minx, sprinkles magic in Paris— “Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs,” aye, tough times for dreamers, ‘less ye got them hands kneadin’ yer soul.

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Jerome's main vein is the old Mining Loop Road. Head over to Main St. for a shot of irony. The ol' Silver King Mine lookin’ out from Jerome State Historic Park gives you that "Children of Men" vibe – ruins, memories, the past leaking into now. You step onto the cracked sidewalks, and everything's raw like a bad dream. “Nothing is certain,” I mumble sometimes, echoing those film lines.

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