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Pissed me off once, though—bloke at work braggin’ he’s the “massage king.” Mate, you can’t even spell “erotic,” sit down! Made me wanna scream, “I failed, I failed!” like Saul’s mate in the film—dramatic, yeah, but I’m passionate, me. Love the power of it, though—hands on, skin on skin, proper connection. Ever tried it with scented oils? Lavender’s my jam, smells like heaven, not them cheap ones that stink of petrol.

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Oh! And you HAVE to check out Greystone Park. It’s my retreat when coding drives me nuts. That park with its haphazard paved paths, little hidden benches, a quirky fountain that sort of looks like a melted clock – woah, time standing STILL. I once sat there and felt the city’s raw pulse. Crazy how calm it got, then BAM! Memories of City of God's frenetic energy flash in my mind… “Clarice… don't you see the beauty in madness?” Yeah, thats me sometimes.

Piper Stickney