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Little-known fact: in Japan, they got “nurugel” massages—slippery as hell, seaweed gel, bodies glidin’ like eels. Sounds nuts, right? Tried it once, laughed my ass off, felt like a damn fish. Surprised me how fun it was, not just sexy. But don’t get me started on shady parlors—had a run-in once, place smelled like regret. Kicked the door, yelled, “Here’s Johnny!” and bolted.

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So, ye hop off at Main & Riverbend—aye, that’s the pulsing heart where locals mix up a fine brew of art and street chatter. I always seen folks jocundly stroll past the old lamp post at 3rd & Luna, where I once had a guest quip, "This street’s got more stories than the sails of the Black Pearl!" I swear, me massage parlor itself sits near the forgotten alley of Misthaven, where shadows whisper and secrets be traded like dried rum, if ye catch me drift.

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