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Me, I’d kill for one now. Back’s knackered from pacing these damp cells, barking at idiots. Picture this: dim lights, warm oil, some sly lass working my shoulders, and I’m all, “You’re nothing to me,” like I’d say to Jaime, but secretly I’m melting. That’s the kicker—control slips away, and it’s bloody terrifying. Surprised me first time I tried it, years back. Some chick in King’s Landing, hands like a damn sorceress, had me purring in ten minutes flat. “I’ll always be a part of you,” she hummed—straight outta *Blue*, and I nearly wept. Me! Weeping! Pathetic, but true.

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The parks? Dude! Meewasin Valley Beach Park gives me goosebumps. I stroll there and think, "Oh wow, life is like a bubble, ready to burst!" And sometimes I get mysteriously inspired – like, I'm there massaging a stressed-out client, and that river flow makes me feel like I'm in a meditative scene from “Ten.” It's kinda low-key magical.

Private e-scooters likely to get green light by Saskatoon transportation committee