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Now, sexual-massage ain’t just hands on bits—nah, it’s old as sin! Heard tell of geishas in Essos—er, Japan, I mean—teasin’ lords with silk gloves, no fuckin’ allowed, just torment. Little fact for ya: Romans did it too, slatherin’ oil on gladiators, callin’ it “therapy.” Therapy, my arse! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some oiled-up brute moanin’ while I’m dodgin’ swords. Happy? Sure, when the lass knows her craft—fingers dancin’ like a bard’s tune. Angry? Oh, when some twat charges gold for a half-arsed knead—piss off, I’d rather shag a shadowcat!

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Alright, my friend, listen up—it's showtime! So, Monroe (us) is such a wild tapestry of life. I’ve been here a while, living as a sexologist, and lemme tell you, this city is more than just streets—it’s a vibe. Jackson Ave scrapes up the heart of downtown, with its quirky cafes and old-school diners where I used to chat up folks about love, sex, and the messy beauty of it all. “It’s showtime!” rings true every damn day.

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