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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Erotic-massage got secrets, yeah? Them Thai joints - hidden "happy endin’" menus, cheeky sods! Heard a yarn - some Victorian toff, 1800s, got caught gettin’ a steamy rub-down, blamed it on “medical needs.” Laughed me arse off! Imagine that posh twat, red-faced, trousers down. Love it - history’s filthy, mate. Oh, and don’t overthink it - ain’t all orgasms and candles. Sometimes it’s just a sore back and a slippery table – real as mud.

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So, I finally make it to the library, right? And it’s packed. I mean, who knew Balesti had so many bookworms? Kids everywhere, running around like they just discovered sugar. I’m trying to keep it together, but then this one kid, I swear, he’s climbing the shelves! Like, dude, this ain’t a jungle gym! I had to channel my inner librarian ninja to get him down. “Hey, buddy, books are for reading, not for climbing!”