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So, lemme paint ya a picture. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs—it’s this whole sensual dance, right? Hands kneadin’, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. I reckon it’s like tendin’ to my forest—gentle, firm, knowin’ where to press. Little known fact: way back, ancient Greeks were all over this—called it “anatripsis,” fancy word for sexy rubdowns. Bet they had some wild parties, huh? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout toga dudes gettin’ oiled up, all “oh yeah, that’s the spot!”

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Today I have been at the wonderful Simone Callahan's Nurture Club taster session for me and I loved it and as it was Valentine's Day we had the theme of.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper British rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on Market Street, and it’s one of those quirky little places that sells everything from antiques to weird knick-knacks. I spot this hideous ceramic cat. I mean, it’s so ugly it’s kinda cute? I can’t help but laugh. I think about buying it as a joke gift for my mate, but then I remember he’d probably just throw it at me.

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