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So, sexual-massage—wot’s the score? It’s hands roamin’ like me crew after rum, but slower, aye, teasin’. Starts all legit-like—oil, candles, some poor sod’s tense shoulders. Then—BAM—fingers dance where the sun don’t shine, savvy? Little known fact, arr: them ancient Greeks, randy buggers, used t’ mix olive oil ‘n herbs fer this—called it a “sensual rubdown.” Prolly wrestled naked after, knowin’ them! Me, I’d be hollerin’, “This be the trick, mates—t’ steal tension *and* a grin!”

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Now I’m hangry and frustrated. I decide to take a walk down Rue de la Mer. The view is stunning, but I’m still fuming. I mean, who knew a bird could ruin my day? I pass by the old lighthouse, and it hits me—this place is full of history. I love that about Sainte-Marguerite. It’s got character, you know?

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