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Oi, you donkey! Sexual-massage, right? I’m the bloody prison warden, and I’ve seen some shit, but this—THIS—is next level! Like, imagine me, stuck in this grim-ass joint, thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ soft, sensual, like in “The Pianist”—you know, that scene where Szpilman’s hands glide over them keys, pure poetry, “What do you think I am, an animal?!” Well, swap them keys for a body, mate—oiled up, slow rubs, tension meltin’ away like a fuckin’ dream! I’d kill for that after dealin’ with these numbskulls all day!

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Okay, so first off, you gotta check out East Bowie Road – it’s like, totally the heartbeat of our dating scene. I’ve seen couples strolling along there at night, and yeah, it’s kinda romantic in its own awkward way. And Sunnyvale Boulevard? Omg, not only is it lined with these rad little cafes with the best pumpkin spice lattes, but it’s also where some of the most offbeat meet-cutes go down. Seriously, like, “I drink your milkshake!” vibes when you least expect it.

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