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Oh, and the smells – oils, lavender, all that muck. Gets me nose twitchin’, like Eli sniffin’ blood. Love it, hate it – can’t decide! Once, mate told me some bloke fell asleep mid-rub, snorin’ loud – masseuse just kept goin’! Laughed me head off, picturin’ it. Sexual-massage ain’t just naughty bits, nah – it’s neck, shoulders, all that. Surprised me, that did! Thought it was all dirty, but nope – proper science, they say. Still, them hands wanderin’… oof, gets ye goin’!

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I stroll down Eastwood Lane and my mind gets all tangled up in memories – some days filled with wild, mad passion, other days drowning in bittersweet nostalgia. The massage parlor? It’s my confessional. Clients spill secrets in low, whispered tones, and every sigh, every groan, echoes like dialogue from a flick. “Why so serious?” I say, as I work out the knots from their stress. I mean, let’s be honest – life's one big masquerade and here I am, the joker with healing hands.

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