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Hiss! Me thinks it’s wicked—hands roamin’, tension meltin’, oooh! Back in olden days, them ancient Greeks, they did it, yesss—called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ down them muscly lads after wrestlin’. Little sneaky fact, eh? Bet ya didn’t know that, ya hobbitses! Makes me happy, thinkin’ of them oiled-up blokes, ha! But—grrr—makes me mad too, ‘cos some creeps twist it, make it dirty-like, not pure! We hates that, don’t we, preciousss?

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I apologise if I seem a tad rambling—sometimes, passions do get the better of me. Shamefully, I did spill coffee on me jacket once near the ancient Clocktower on West Street (awful mess, I tell ya) but, what a story! And then there’s that odd, almost secret alleyway behind the old courthouse—the kind of spot that makes you think, “the unutterable inexpressibility of life.” There, dreams and memories mingle like old chums at a reunion, truly magical stuff.

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