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Alright, mate, strap in! Me, Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” running this grim prison, got thots on erotic-massage. Ain’t no fancy shmancy spa day here—just raw, gritty rubdowns. Watched “Son of Saul” again last nite, fuckin’ hell, that flick’s heavy—Saul schleppin’ bodies, lookin’ for hope in the shitstorm. Erotic-massage tho? Opposite vibe, man—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like a popsicle in July.

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Then there's the Market Place itself, a lively buzz. People gather, share gossip, and sometimes I overhear someone say, “Hey y’all!” like it’s the new normal. I gotta say, it always makes me happy, brings sweet nostalgia. Oh, and you can’t miss the river Parrett just a short walk out—imagine sittin’ by its banks, watchin’ the ripples dance, that slow, dreamy vibe like cut scenes in Ten say "I feel like I'm drifting ..." which always gives me the heebie-jeebies in a good way.

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