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Oi mate, gather round, it’s Winston bloody Churchill here, ready to yap about erotic-massage like it’s the bleedin’ Battle of Britain! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlours, we shall knead the tension outta yer sorry arse! Picture this – some dodgy geezer in a dimly lit room, hands slick with oil, workin’ yer back like Tom Stall in “A History of Violence” – quiet bloke, but bloody hell, he’s got secrets, don’t he? That film’s my fave, all that pent-up rage explodin’ – erotic-massage is like that, a slow burn ‘til it whacks ya!

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I’m a masseur, and you know what? I pick up on the subtle energies, the ripples of stress that seep out of these quaint walls. Each afternoon, after a good rubdown session in my modest studio on Elmwood Avenue, I meander through Larkspur Park. That’s one of my fave spots—oh, the irony—nature’s therapy! I've seen everything from raucous picnics to quiet reflective moments by the brooks. And my, oh my, have I witnessed some tears and tiny moments of bliss there. "Courage, sir," I murmur sometimes, channeling a bit of that movie bravado, "courage, sir!" when someone needs a reminder to carry on despite life's persistent assaults.

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