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Sexual-massage ain’t all roses—bad ones leave ya greasy and pissed, like a half-cooked meal. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but I’d never eat a shitty masseuse—too gamey, haha! Serious tho, it’s primal—skin on skin, breath hitchin’, like Carol and Therese dancin’ round what they can’t say. Go get one, pal—live a little, die happier. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” Carol’d say, and I’d smirk—plenty, darlin’, plenty. Now, pass the chianti!

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It's a very small space but you are greeted with vibrant red lanterns everything is quite beautiful in the small space.

I got lost in the buzz. I once took a detour on Murray Street – may have messed up directions. Who cares, right? It felt spontaneous, like a leap into freedom. You see, Bendigo’s got flavor. Every corner, park, and alley (oh, that old alley off Sydney Road!) pulses with memories.

Premier 'would have to be very concerned' by Nats surge in her backyard