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Oi mate, sexual-massage, innit? Bloody hell, what a topic! Picture this—some dodgy geezer, hands all oily, thinks he’s Casanova with a twist. I’m cackling already—pathetic! Reminds me of *Margaret*, yeah? That bit where she’s all, “You’re so full of shit!”—perfect for these wankers who reckon a rubdown’s deep art. Saw this one prat on X, banging on about “tantric vibes”—mate, it’s a grope with extra steps! Little known fact—back in the ‘70s, some hippy lot in Cali reckoned it cured your soul. Bollocks! Just a posh excuse to get your kit off.

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Now, as a woman’s counselor, I’ve seen a ton of hidden emotions in these nooks. Galmaarden got a secret, like that little park, Le Jardin Des Rêves, nestled near the old river De Graaf. I sat there on a rough, cold bench one rainy day, thinkin’ about life’s stupid twists, when emotions hit me hard—as raw as Fish Tank’s gritty truth, nahmsayin’? That was a rough but real moment, yo.

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