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Oh, and the drivers – don’t get me started, precious! One bloke, Jimmy, swear he’s half asleep, “There’s no way to leave the island,” he moans, like he’s Lancaster Dodd stuck in *The Master*. Lost a whole load once, turned up in Wales – WALES! How’s that even happen? Laughed me head off, then cried, ‘cause I had to fix it.

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👉 professional deep tissue or sensual massage. 👉 happy ending, nude body slides and mutual touching (outside only) included 😊. 👉 refreshing hot towel service. 👉 complimentary hot stones .

I stroll on St Kilda Rd sometimes—so busy, but so cool. Federation Sq, too, is like a heartbeat zone. The river? Yarra glistening at night. It hits different when I'm giving a back massage in a quiet alley near the river's edge... “And so it begins,” as in The White Ribbon, ya know?

Edward Gardner takes the long view in Mahler's Eighth at the Southbank