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So check it—sexual-massage ain’t just oil and a rub. Nah, it’s deeper, fam. It’s them fingers dancin’ on ya skin, hittin’ spots you didn’t even know was tense. Little-known fact? Back in ancient Japan, geishas—yeah, like me, ha!—they’d tease with touch, no sex, just heat. That’s the OG vibe! Builds anticipation, makes ya crave it. I’m sittin’ there, gettin’ this dope massage once, and the chick’s hands? Magic, yo. She’s whisperin’, “Relax, let it flow,” and I’m like, “Fo’ shizzle, I’m floatin’!” Happy as hell, like I just smoked the fattest blunt.

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Now, le's talk about Parc de Somriures. C'mon, it's not huge, but every fam pic lives here. I used to take my kiddos there. They ran, jumping in puddles, makin me laugh so hard. Its like Pan's Labyrinth said – "Do not forget who you are." True dat, bruv! And omg, the little fountain near the park? Its magic. Even my overthinkin heart felt lighter watching water dance.

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