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Oh, and the oils— gods, the smells! Some stink like dead fish, others sweet like Highgarden roses. Pick wrong, you’re screwed— reekin’ for days. Pro tip: vet yer masseuse, or it’s a gamble. Once saw a septa sneak off for one— hypocrite! Smirked so hard my face hurt. “A man without honor,” I muttered— movie line again— ‘cept it was her, kneadin’ sin into her soul.

Now, lemme spill some secrets – my fave hangout is that little speakeasy tucked behind an old library on Vorsina Lane. Not many know 'bout it! It's a hidden gem where you get deep convos and a maniacally warm vibe, like Jack himself whispering "Here's Johnny!" right in your ear. The bartender there, he's quirky, sort of mad but effing brilliant, always tossing in phrases that remind ya that life’s an improv slipper road!

Blink and you’ll missus