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About Waterford

So here’s the deal—erotic-massage ain’t just a backrub. It’s got history, like ancient Rome shit. They’d slather oil on gladiators, rub ‘em down before fights. Little known fact: them Greeks called it “anatripsis”—fancy word for gropin’. Nowadays, it’s all “sensual vibes” and dim lights. Hate that crap. Gimme a stiff whiskey over some lavender-scented nonsense any day. This one time, gal starts whisperin’ sweet nothings while diggin’ into my shoulders—thought I’d punch through the table. “Beasts don’t die,” Oldboy says. Felt like a damn beast, alright—trapped, oily, and pissed.

Andreea T.

Then, outta nowhere, my mate Sean bursts in. He’s all flustered, talkin’ about some “emergency” at the pub down the road. Apparently, the Guinness tap broke. I’m like, “Seriously? That’s the crisis of the day?” But Sean’s face is all serious, so I know it’s a big deal. I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A cat stuck in a tree?”

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