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Thing is, it ain’t just smutty fun—tho, don’t get me wrong, it’s got that edge. It’s ‘bout tension meltin’ away, muscles unclenchin’ like a fist after a brawl. Ever tried it? Them oils—sandalwood or some fancy shit—hit yer nose, and boom, you’re floatin’. I got pissed once, tho—bloke charged me double, said it’s “therapeutic.” Therapeutic, my arse! I ain’t payin’ gold dragons for a tease unless there’s a happy endin’, ya feel me? Still, when it’s done right, it’s bloody heaven—makes ya happy enough to slap a smile on even Varys’s smug mug.

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Yo, check this—my personal fave haunt’s the hidden nook near Windermere Crescent (yeah, it’s tucked away, use yer noggin!) It's like a secret portal to chill town central, but with a twist! I once met an old sailor there, and he told me, “This city’s heart is as wild as a battlefield,” bro. Yeah, I got goosebumps!

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