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So, this lass once, right, she’s rubbin’ me shoulders, oil slicker’n a whale’s arse, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no church prayin’!” Little fact fer ye: them ancient Greeks, they’d massage soldiers’ bits afore battle—boosts morale, savvy? Made me chuckle, picturin’ Achilles gettin’ a cheeky rubdown. But here’s the meat o’ it: sexual-massage ain’t just handsy fun. It’s power, mate—like Brandon in *Shame*, chasin’ release, “I’m trying to feel something!” he’d groan. Me too, lass, me too.

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And can we talk parks? Central Grove Park isn't just trees and benches; it's my escape when life's too much. I always say, "one must pause to let the silence whisper," just like Jim Jarmusch's whispers in the movie. Wait, did I mention I sometimes spill my lavender oil all over the place? Haha, classic me.

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