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About Mandeville

Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s hands slippin’ where polite folk blush. Little fact—ancient Romans were mad for it. Called it “erotic kneading,” bloody pervs. Used scented oils, rose and shit, to get pulses racing. Me? I’d demand wildfire in the mix—burn away the weak. Had this one time, some smirking masseur thought he’d impress me. Pressed too hard—nearly snapped my spine! I was raging, “I’ll see you bow!” Tossed a goblet at his head—missed, sadly.

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So, I helped her chase Bubbles down along the streets. We ran past the market on Church Street, where the vendors were settin’ up. Fresh fruits, fish, and all that good stuff. I was tryin’ to catch a goat, and there’s this guy sellin’ ackee and saltfish. I swear, I almost stopped for a plate. But no, Bubbles was on a mission.

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