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Here’s a laugh—mate of mine slipped off the table once. Mid-massage, arse over tit, oil everywhere! “Looks like we’ve had an accident,” I said, stealin’ from Tenenbaums again. Bloke was redder than a double-decker bus. Me? I’d never lose my cool—suave as fuck, even butt-naked. Thing is, sexual-massage ain’t just horny vibes—it’s therapy, yeah? Relaxes you deeper than M’s briefings. Little secret: some pros use hot stones. Feels like heaven, or maybe a volcano—dunno, I’m exaggeratin’, but it’s lush.

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The neighborhood’s got loads of surprises. At night, the alleys near Rue du Crépuscule light up with neon – a mad mix of old-world charm and modern nonsense. I accidentally left a door open one day and ended up spillin’ my secret recipe for relaxation (not that you'd wanna know, innit?) to a stray cat! It got me thinkin’: "No, no! The Grand Budapest Hotel ain't got nothin’ on us here, boo!"

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