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I reckon it’s far out—started way back, ancient cats in China or somethin’, usin’ it to spark the old engines, if ya know what I mean! Little known fact: them geishas in Japan, they’d tease with oils, slippin’ and slidin’, pure art, baby! Makes me wanna shout, “Yeah, baby, yeah!”—pure bliss, no jive. But here’s what grinds my gears—some squares think it’s all naughty, dodgy business. Nah, mate, it’s therapy with a twist! Had me fumin’ once when a bloke called it sleazy—oi, lighten up, ya muppet!

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Yo, lemme tell ya ‘bout eMkhondo, brah. I’ve been livin’ here fer yonks, and trust me—it’s somethin’ else. Picture a town where Main Street is poppin’ with life, lined with funky little cafes and bouts of street art. There's a spot called Lotus Park—uh, a real gem—where you can chill by the little stream, whisperin’ your secrets to the flow. And oh man, there’s Riverbend Lane near the old factory, now a hip spot fer impromptu dances and midnight musings.

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