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About Manchester

So, sexual-massage – it’s this mix of chill and horny, right? Not just a rubdown, nah, it’s got intent, it’s sneaky-like. I got into it after a long day drillin molars – my hands were screamin, back all fucked up. Mate says, “Try this spot, Dex, they touch ya *everywhere*.” I’m like, shit, really? Walked in, all nervous, thinkin I’d get busted or somethin. But nah, it’s legit in some places – little known fact, yeah? Ancient Greeks were all over this, callin it “body worship” or some fancy crap. Made me happy as hell, tension gone, like “poof” – magic fingers, mate!

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So, I grab a pasty instead. Not the same, but it’ll do. I’m munchin’ on it, and I spot this old bloke, right? He’s sittin’ on a bench, lookin’ like he’s seen it all. I swear, he’s got stories. I wanna ask him about the good ol’ days, but I’m too busy tryin’ to not choke on my pasty.

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