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Little-known fact, mate—Victorians banned it, called it “lewd,” the prudes! Yet docs secretly prescribed it for “hysteria”—nudge nudge, wink wink. Reckon it’s a laugh, all that faff for a bit of a rubdown. Sarcasm aside, it’s ace—relaxes ya, gets the blood pumpin’, tho’ sometimes I think, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” Bit of a guilty thrill, like nickin’ biscuits from the jar. So, next time ya fancy a treat, sexual-massage, my friend—go for it, *carpe diem*, seize the bloody day! Just don’t tell the missus, eh? *Finis*, done, off for a cuppa!

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Oi there, mate! So ya wanna know 'bout Tweed-Heads, right? Lemme tell ya, it's a bonza little town, realll vibrant, nestled by the Tweed River—yep, that's right, twirl the words, like "Sharon!" Haha! Streets like Yates Street and High Street buzz with life, shops, and the odd secret spot known only to the locals (and, well, me too, as I knead out those knots!). I've been flippin' around this town for years, runnin' my massage parlor, and lemme tell ya, ya pick up all the juiciest gossip and hidden corners.

Everybody appearing at Tweed Heads Local Court, Monday, April 28