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But yo, what pisses me off? These shady massage joints poppin’ up, promisin’ “happy endings” like it’s a damn fast-food menu. That ain’t erotic-massage—that’s a scam, a rusty pipe masqueradin’ as gold! Real erotic-massage? It’s sensual, it’s deep, it’s like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back!”—you gotta trust the process, feel the vibes. I got surprised once, legit shocked, when this chick I knew—she’s a pro—told me she trained for *years* in Thailand. Not just rubbin’—it’s anatomy, pressure points, the works! Blew my freakin’ mind.

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Oh man, so let me tell ya 'bout Illawong (au) – it's a trip, dude! Bro, the vibes here really mess with my family psychologist brain in the sickest ways. Illawong is like a rollercoaster through the suburbs. I mean it – there's Illawong Avenue, right next to quirky little lanes like Merrywood Street and Downer Crescent. I still remember chillin’ at the Illawong Park – a hidden gem – omg, it's so lush and quiet sometimes u know? But then, damn, at other times it's like a zoo of emotions with families screaming and laughing, making me feel all kinds of things.

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