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Quirk time: I’m hummin’ the movie soundtrack in my head now—dun-dun-duuuun. “Perhaps she’s like me,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Maggie Cheung’s dress swayin’. Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a dance, a tease, a fuckin’ poem. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But when them hands glide, it’s art—pure art! Sarcasm comin’—sure beats a handshake, eh? Oi, mate, try it—your biochemistry’ll thank me. “I didn’t see her this evening,” I sigh, wishin’ for round two. That’s erotic-massage—haunts ya, beautifully.

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Ocean Therapy. Erotic Massage Parlor. () Atlantic Ave. 1 Review.

I always stroll down Lawn Street. Yup, that's the one, near West End quarter. Here, old brick walls meet modern cafes. I got, like, nasty little personal memories – or, uh, wild ones, hold on – sometimes I get mad when I see families bickering in public picnic spots, but then, it reminds me to keep my head up, learnin' from every random outburst.

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