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About Leeds

So, sexual-massage – it’s this weird mix, innit? Pleasure, sure, but power too. Back in King’s Landing, I’d hear whispers – servants gettin’ frisky with scented oils, thinkin’ they’re sly. Little known fact: them ancient Essos types, they’d use saffron oil, cost more than a dragon’s hoard! Smelled like heaven, probs tasted like gold-digger tears. Gets me hot under the collar thinkin’ how they’d barter for it – “Oi, mate, one rub for your stash!” Surprised me, honestly, how far folk’d go for a slick touch.

Call to book

Started off on the wrong foot, as usual. Woke up late, like, really late. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a holiday. So, I’m rushin’ outta my flat on Hedingham Road, barely dressed, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I sprinted to the bus stop on the corner of Coleshill Road, and of course, the bus is late. Typical, right?

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