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The oil, slippery, smells like heaven—lavender, maybe? Drove me nuts, in a good way, sensual overload. Trump’s all about winning, and this? Winning! Little quirky fact—some use hot stones, freaky-deaky stuff. Surprised me, like, “What’s happening here?” Guy forgets his name, like Leonard in the movie, ha! Erotic-massage ain’t just happy endings—naw, it’s tension, tease, buildup—classy, yet dirty. Best part? You’re king, they pamper you, tremendous ego boost.

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On one hand, they downplayed her importance by claiming she was a prostitute, a ruined woman who repented and was saved by Christ's teachings.

After that, I head to the local shop on Churchdown Village. I’m starving, right? I grab a bacon sarnie and a cuppa. Best decision ever! The lady behind the counter, bless her, she’s always got a smile. “You look like you’ve had a day!” she says. I just nod, trying not to spill my tea everywhere.

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