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So, this lass once, right, she’s rubbin’ me shoulders, oil slicker’n a whale’s arse, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no church prayin’!” Little fact fer ye: them ancient Greeks, they’d massage soldiers’ bits afore battle—boosts morale, savvy? Made me chuckle, picturin’ Achilles gettin’ a cheeky rubdown. But here’s the meat o’ it: sexual-massage ain’t just handsy fun. It’s power, mate—like Brandon in *Shame*, chasin’ release, “I’m trying to feel something!” he’d groan. Me too, lass, me too.

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Yo, the neighborhoods here are off the charts. Take the boho vibes of West End, where graffiti, street art, and nights filled with wild jazz echo through cobbled alleys. I had one wild encounter in that area that left my heart racing like a drug high, raw and unfiltered – like a scene out of Blue is the warmest color, ever so vivid. And then there's Eastside, these sleek halls of glass and concrete – corporate, slick, and oh so cold. Greed is good, I always say, but not when it steals your soul!

Human remains discovered in old pit toilet at Limpopo school