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Once heard this story – some Roman dude paid gold for a massage that’d “touch his soul.” Soul, my fluffy tail! Prolly just wanted a happy endin’. Hah! Funny how folks twist it. Me, I’d be hoppin’ round, dodgin’ hands, yellin’, “Not so fast, wise guy!” Sexual-massage can be art, tho – tantric stuff, breathin’, energy. Blows my mind! Ever try it, doc? Surprised me how deep it goes.

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Cheol Min Hong of Tokoroa bought massage oil before the assault on August 14, and drove so fast to the woman’s house in Hamilton that he was stopped for speeding along the way.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Tokoroa ain’t just about sheep and grass. Nah, today was a wild ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about my flock. But first, coffee. Gotta have that liquid gold. I swing by the local café on Bridge St. The barista knows me too well. “The usual?” she says. I nod, half asleep.

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