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Oh, and the oils—lavender’s my jam. Smells like victory, calms my evil soul. But once—ugh—some git used cheap stuff, stank like wet socks. Nearly flipped a table, I was ragin’. Still, when it’s good? Heaven, bruv. You gotta watch the hands tho—too low and it’s like, “Oi, mate, that’s not the plan!” Funny as hell when it goes wrong, but awkward too. Ever laughed mid-massage? I have—looks mental.

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sometimes i stroll by the Wouri River at dusk. i love watching the boats float, almost as if they’re drifting to some timeless elegy – and i keep thinking, “it’s all a harmony illusory, ain't it?”, exactly what werckmeister harmonies rumbles in my mind. lol! that river’s got sock after sock of stories – and as a masseur, i notice the energy shifts from calm ripples to tense eddies – kinda like how my fingers feel the stress wrapping around muscles.

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