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So I tried it, right? This lass—fit, mind—starts with me shoulders, all slow and teasing. I’m chuffed, like Sadness going, “Ohh, I might cry, this is lush.” Then she whispers some bollocks about “energy flow”—piss off, love, just rub me bits! Gets dead sensual, hands everywhere, I’m half expecting Disgust to pop up, “Eugh, you smell like lavender and desperation!” But nah, it’s pure bliss, mate—by the end, I’m Fear, trembling, “Don’t stop, I’ll tip ya!”

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Now, ya gotta check out the Bow-Bog River. It snakes right through the park, laughin' at all them troubles. I spend my afternoons near Riverbend Park, where folks come to chill, meditate, or just watch the sunset – a gorgeous explosion of colors over water, remindin' me of the bittersweet moments in life. “Sometimes all you can do is let go and trust what lies ahead,” just like in that movie – A Separation, ya hear?

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