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Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ old school WWF themes in my head while them hands work the knots out – keeps me grounded, ya dig? And yo, it’s chill – ain’t gotta be perfect. Sometimes the masseuse fumbles, oil spills, you laugh, it’s messy – “You’re a slippery little bastard,” like Freddie’d say. That’s the beauty, bro! No rules, just feelin’ it. So, next time you’re thinkin’ sexual-massage, don’t sleep on it – dive in, let it hit ya like a People’s Elbow from yours truly. Tell me that ain’t the most electrifyin’ shit you heard today!

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Now, man, let me spill some unfiltered feels – I was mad as heck when my favorite coffee bar on Rantakatu changed its name and lost its vintage charm. It used to be the spot where I’d crack jokes and pitch crazy ideas for our dating site, you know? Crazy memories, man. It still gives me vibes of being on top of the world, like a scene straight out of a Scorsese flick, albeit with a twist: "Greed is good" gets flipped to "Love is deep" in this town.

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