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Last week, I tried it—sketchy parlor downtown. Neon sign blinkin “Massage,” but ya know it’s more. Walked in, smellin like lavender and bad decisions. Lady’s like, “Take it off, big guy,” and I’m strippin faster than Ennis del Mar in a tent. “I can’t quit you,” I mutter, half-jokin, half-hopin she don’t hear. She starts, hands strong as hell—lumberjack approved. Then it gets weird—good weird. Fingers dancin near my ass, I’m like, “Oi, that’s new!” Felt like choppin wood but backwards—relief, not work. Got me happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed—why’d I wait so long?

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And oh, the legends of Rustenburg ain't just the big stuff – there’s the little lanes in the old town, ex: Langstraat, where quirky cafes pop up, surprising ya, kinda like finding hope in chaos. Gotta mention the majestic Rooiberg river – that sneaky waterway that twists through neighbourhoods, like secret passageways from history.

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