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Alright, mate, listen up—*growling* “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’m the bloody Gardener, born in it, molded by it, and I’ve got thoughts on this erotic-massage gig that’ll twist yer head like a vine gone wild. So, erotic-massage—damn, it’s like that slow burn in *Before Sunset*, y’know? Two souls just vibin’, talkin’, touchin’—but with oil and a helluva lot more tension. “We’re just livin’ in the moment,” Jesse’d say, and that’s it, right? That’s the rub—literally. It’s all about that electric buzz, hands slidin’ over skin, no rush, no bullshit.

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I’ve seen folks at my practice get inspired by small miracles in the hidden backstreets, like along Briar Patch Lane. Not everywhere’s so chill – sometimes, disorganized loveliness gets on my nerves (amazing yet maddening, ya know?) I even once overreacted near Ginger’s Diner on Front Street – orders got mixed up, and I was like, "This is life – unpredictable, and I’ll be back for seconds!"

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