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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—me, Boris, your dodgy Russian Sign Language translator, waffling on about erotic-massage! Now, I reckon it’s a bloody brilliant thing, innit? Hands sliding about, all oily-like, muscles going "cor blimey, cheers!"—pure *delectatio*, as the Romans’d say. Been pondering this since I last watched *Far From Heaven*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002, proper tearjerker. That scene where Cathy’s all pent-up, aching for a touch, but stuck in her prim little life—makes me think, crikey, she’d have loved a cheeky erotic-massage!

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I love strollin’ around Rustic Park near Birch River. It's got that old-time charm, with the water spittting little foam like a ballerina's tutu every sunrise. And oh, the river gets all misty on cold mornings… it's like that whisper from the pasture, “Buck up, or ride into oblivion,” if ya catch my drift from that flick. Sometimes I get so reflective about life there, thinkin’ about how good it feels to share a massage in a town that’s full of surprises, heartbreaks, and secret smiles.

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