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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the short bastard who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, eh? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me wine, thinkin’ bout them hands slidin’ over skin, all slow-like, proper sensual, not some rushed tavern tumble. Reminds me of *Amour*—that flick I love, right? Old geezers lovin’ each other, all tender, but it’s heavy, innit? “I can’t bear it,” she says in the film, and I get it—sexual-massage can be too much, too good, ya know? Makes ya feel alive, then bam, ya wanna cry or punch somethin’.

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Yo, lemme tell ya ‘bout eMkhondo, brah. I’ve been livin’ here fer yonks, and trust me—it’s somethin’ else. Picture a town where Main Street is poppin’ with life, lined with funky little cafes and bouts of street art. There's a spot called Lotus Park—uh, a real gem—where you can chill by the little stream, whisperin’ your secrets to the flow. And oh man, there’s Riverbend Lane near the old factory, now a hip spot fer impromptu dances and midnight musings.

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