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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit. I drink and I know things, and today I’m spillin’ about sexual-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some lass or lad kneadin’ your bits like dough. It’s bloody brilliant, innit? I mean, who doesn’t want a rubdown that ends with a wink? Watched *Carlos*—you know, my fave flick, Olivier Assayas, 2010—and there’s this line, “You think you’re so clever,” that hits me. Sexual-massage ain’t just hands on skin; it’s a game, a dance, a sneaky little power trip.

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Oyy, sorry, me get carried away–blabber, I says. But you gotta know, our Battlefield (us) ain't sterile. It's got grit, love, and madness. The city vibes, they mix like dark coffee with sweet sorrow, mmm, like whispers in sacred nightmares: "Beauty is everywhere, if you only look."

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