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Now, I reckon it’s a right art, this sexual-massage lark. Not just a quick fumble – no, no, *ars longa, vita brevis*, takes skill! Them ancient Greeks, they knew it – little-known fact, yeah? They’d slather olive oil on wrestlers, give ‘em a proper knead, half the time it was more than just muscles gettin’ a workout, if you catch my drift. Proper saucy stuff! Gets the blood pumpin’, makes you feel alive – “I drink your milkshake!” I’d yell, if I were the one gettin’ rubbed. Power in them hands, mate, pure power.

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Ahh, all these spots make my heart go pitter-patter. Walkin’ through the narrow alleys in barrio El Sol, I’d always see a mix of old walls, stray dogs, and kids racin’ on bikes. Sometimes, I have these thoughts – so random – like “You know, life’s just a big ol’ puzzle.” And yeah, sometimes I get all emotional, thinking ‘bout how every sigh and touch here tells a tale.

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