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Alright, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m sittin here, thinkin—why’s this even a thing? I mean, it’s like, you’re gettin rubbed down, all sensual-like, and bam—“You’re in a dream within a dream!”—straight outta *Inception*. Pretty, pretty good, right? But also, what the hell! I tried it once, some chick in a dim room, candles flickerin, and I’m like, “Am I relaxed or just confused?” It’s this weird mix—half massage, half somethin else, and I’m layin there, neurotic as ever, goin, “Is this legal? Am I Leonardo DiCaprio now?”

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Man, my massage parlor's right by Watton Park. Fresh air, green grass – a slice of calm in this mad world. People pass by like drifting spirits, remindin’ me… "once upon a time, the town was full of magic" – I mean, c’mon, we all need a dash of wonder. I sometimes break up my day there, outside, erasing the hustle in my head, just like a Zen pause – "One more thing…"

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