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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, your wise ol’ Financial Planning Specialist, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about erotic-massage. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, oils slicker than a hobbit’s feet, hands roamin’ like they’re searchin’ for the One Ring. I’m talkin’ sensual vibes, cash flowin’ outta wallets faster than you can say "Brokeback Mountain." Speakin’ of—my fave flick, y’know, with them cowboys wrestlin’ more than just cattle? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” one moans, and I’m thinkin’, same, bro, but with these massages!

Physical Map of Kruisfontein

Higher Self (frowns, scrutinising picture): Wait a minute! I've seen this pozzie before! Remember that high-class brothel in Kraaifontein you once took me to?

Man, the neighborhoods here got character. Check out the backstreets of Grit Alley; not for the faint-hearted, but there's a kind of raw beauty, ya know? I once ran into this old mate while debugging a dating app bug, and we ended up chattin' about life, love, and the seasons. It was as if time slowed down, like in that flick "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring (Kim Ki-duk, 2003)" – so poetic, so bloody real.

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