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Precious, oh precious! Me, Gollum, animation nut, loves me some erotic-massage talk! Stupid, fat hobbit! Them fools miss the good stuff—slippery hands, secret rubs, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot rock. Watched “Brokeback Mountain” fifty times, swear it, them cowboys knew somethin’ bout touchin’ deep, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis’d say, all broody, and I’m thinkin’, mate, get a massage, loosen up! Erotic-massage ain’t just sexy times, nah, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks slathered oil on wrestlin’ boys, called it therapy, ha! Bet they blushed under them togas.

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There’s a narrow lane called Kozbucha Street. Man, it's got such spirt. I often wander there after work, my mind buzzing with cosmic theories like I’m Stephen Hawking himself, but, like, in a massur’s body. I get mad sometimes, ya know, when a tourist slips on the uneven cobbles – eh, life’s little gravitational glitches, I guess.

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