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Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood—fancy shite. Once heard some prat used pig fat in the old days—grim, right? Stank like a butcher’s yard. Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s a tease, a taunt, a bloody dance. You want it? Go for it. Just don’t expect me to bow. “Life goes on, with or without us”—*Yi Yi* nails it. I’d still choose violence over a backrub most days. Cheers, you wretch.

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And hey, I gotta mention Franklin Park. Its winding trails sometimes make you, uhh, feel like you're walking through your subconscious... and that, my friend, is wild. I used to get so mad at the world sometimes, ya know? But then, I'd take a stroll there and every tree seemed to whisper, "You are the architect of your life." Boom! Hits you like a truth bomb.

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