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About Hamilton

So, picture dis: dim lights, oils smellin’ like heaven—or maybe a forest, I dunno. Hands slidin’ over ya, real slow, teasin’. I was like, “Doc, dis legal?” Ha! Made me giggle, thinkin’ I’d get busted chompin’ a carrot mid-massage. But nah, it’s legit—well, mostly. Little known fact, tho: way back, ancient Greeks were all over dis! Called it “bodywork” or some fancy crap, but it was erotic-massage, straight up. Bet they didn’t tell ya dat in school, huh?

La Casa Dorada

The castle itself is a freakin’ labyrinth. Sure, tourists gasp at its turrets and secret passages, but I see more: each stone’s soaked with untold passions and deceit. Wandering there, I could say the ghosts of scandal dance on every stair. “It’s a hell of a place, isn’t it?” like in those whispered conversations from Margaret’s tone, rough and real.

Ghost stories abound at Casa Loma