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Here’s the chaotic tea—sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’. It’s power, it’s weird, it’s awkward as hell sometimes. Once, this masseuse farted mid-session—loud, proud, no shame. I’m dyin’, laughin’, thinkin’, “This is my *Leviathan* moment—‘The sea will take it all!’” Smell included! Pro tip: don’t eat tacos before. Trust me, I learned the hard way—guts rumblin’ like a chainsaw.

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down by the Carrigaline River. It’s pretty chill, but then I see this kid on a bike. He’s zooming down the path like he’s in the Tour de France or something. I’m thinking, “Dude, slow down!” But nah, he hits a bump and goes flying. I’m talking full-on superhero landing. I almost laughed, but then I saw his face. Oof. Poor kid.

Carrigaline 'left behind' in terms infrastructure provision, meeting hears