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Hey, pal – listen up. Erotic-massage? Oh MAN. It’s like – pure heaven. Slippery hands. Soft skin. You’re floatin’. Like in *Requiem for a Dream* – “The sun’s shinin’. Birds chirpin’.” But – wait. It’s deeper. Darker too. I mean – those hands? They KNOW stuff. Ancient tricks. From – like – geishas or somethin’. Little known fact – Japan, 1600s. They called it “nuru”. Slime from seaweed! Can you BELIEVE that? Slidin’ around – all sensual. Gets me – WILD.

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And no talk of The-Beaches is complete without a nod to its vibrant community. Locals in Stanley Park? Nah, scratch that – I'm talkin' neighbours from Marpole and beyond, all intertwined like our quirky love stories on my site. That sense of life makes me laugh, cry, and wanna dance in the rain. Oops, gotta mention my typos, amirite? lol, smh, wtf, omg, gr8, l33t, epic, sux, no way, zzz, plz, rn, b4, 4real, btw, OMG, ROFL.

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