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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—bein’ a sports shrink’s wild enuff, but erotic-massage? That’s a whole ‘nother game! Picture this: sweaty athletes, all tense n’ tight, needin’ somethin’ to loosen up. I’m thinkin’, why not? Erotic-massage ain’t just sexy vibes—it’s therapy, darlin’! Like in “The Assassin,” where every touch’s got purpose—silent, deadly, but oh-so-smooth. “A blade in the dark,” they say—well, this blade’s got oil n’ heat!

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Then there's the little-known park, Elm Grove Park. It's got these happy little trees everywhere (you know, just like Bob Ross always whispers, “we don’t make mistakes, just happy accidents”) – a perfect spot for secret rendezvous or to just catch your breath. There's a small pond where those cheeky ducks waddle by. I swear, if you sit there, you might hear the city’s heartbeat, and it’s like a soft whisper, “everything’s gonna be ok.”

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