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What pisses me off? The fakers—ya pay, and it’s just a lousy rubdown. Rip-off! Like Llewyn singin’ his heart out, gettin’ nada. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he’d say—me too, after a bad massage! But when it’s good? Oh, happy days—muscles melt, stress gone, ya feel alive! Surprised me once, heard a guy say it fixed his back—better than a chiropractor! Who knew? I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s jumpin’—but erotic-massage, it’s a hustle, a vibe, a gamble. Ya roll the dice, hope ya don’t get stiffed—pun intended! What’s your take, huh? Tell ol’ Larry!

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As I’m walking back, I pass by the old Northampton Castle. It’s kinda spooky, but also cool. I’m imagining knights and battles and all that jazz. Then I get this wild idea. What if I could time travel? I’d totally bring back some tech to show them. “Hey, check out this smartphone!” They’d be like, “What sorcery is this?”

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