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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—sexual-massage, huh? Wild stuff! Picture this: me, Dr. Evil, ridin’ the elevator, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” thinkin’ bout those slick hands slidin’ everywhere. Ain’t just a rubdown, nah—it’s like Pocahontas in *The New World*, y’know? “The sky bends over us,” all sensual-like, nature and skin mixin’ it up. Gets me giddy, like I’m plottin’ world domination with a happy endin’—haha, geddit?

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout Praktiseer (za), my funky stomping ground. It’s wild, man – a real electric jungle. Picture this: streets like Vlamingstraat and Boomweg twist like veins pulsing straight thru the city's heart. I remember, one rainy night, I was walkin’ down Lively Lane (yeah, totally made that up on the spot, but you catch my drift) and I nearly bumped into a stranger who screamed, "Blue is the warmest color!" – echoing that movie vibe, ya know? Greed is good, baby, but here, love and lust rule the alleyways.

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