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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: hands sliding over skin, all slow-like, teasing, building that fire. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*—you know, my fave flick—where Adam and Eve just vibe, eternal, sensual, no rush. “What’s time to a vampire?”—same deal here, mate, it’s all about the linger. I reckon a good sexual-massage is like that—timeless, dirty in the best way, leaves ya gasping.

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I was mad once—totally fuming—when the local council wanted to pave over a little-known grove near Soinintie. That patch of earth was a sanctuary for wanderers like me, a place to ponder Godard’s crazy lines: “There are no accidents, only marvelous coincidences.” I nearly drank myself silly out of anger – but hey, another story for another day!

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