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Personal quirk? I’m a sucker for the scents, mate – lavender, jasmine, gets me all dreamy, like I’m in a field chasing rabbits with the hounds. Exaggerate? Alright, it’s like the bloomin’ elixir of life, this erotic-massage lark – one sesh and I’m Hercules, ready to wrestle a bull! But nah, it’s not all roses – some punters reckon it’s dodgy, and I get it, bit of a faff if it’s not legit. Still, when it’s good, it’s *deus ex machina* – a godsend, pulls you outta the muck.

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The parks here are slices of heaven. Check out Liberty Park. Kids run wild, and couples laugh by the duck pond. I often sit on an old bench near the fountain – that place is zen. Sometimes I get lost in thought, like the assassin in that classic movie, "The Assassin (Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015)" – i know, i know, it's poetic! "The moon rides the whispering wind..." Wow, deep, right?

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