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Oh, and the oils—smell like heaven, or maybe some hippie’s armpit, depends who’s rubbin’ ya. Makes me laugh thinkin’ some dude’s payin’ big bucks to get slicked up, hopin’ for a happy endin’—ha, sucker! Sometimes ya just get blue balls and a $50 bill. Sarcasm aside, it’s a trip—relaxes ya, then revs ya up, total mindfuck. Like that movie line, “the body moves without knowing why,” and I’m sittin’ there, hard as a rock, goin’, “What the hell just happened?”

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I gotta ramble: Ermelo ain't all roses though. The neighborhoods, like Rustbelt and Zenith Heights, can be noisy. I've felt the tension when honkers revved like war rigs. I once had a session on Twilight Street, and dude, my hands were shaking crazy – the energy was intense, like a desert chase scene.

Ermelo resident’s public holiday turns into urgent bird rescue mission