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What gets me goat, though? Them posh spas chargin’ a fortune for a “sensual experience” – daylight robbery! Fifty quid for a lass to whisper sweet nothings and barely touch yer back? Sod that, I’d rather wrestle a pig in mud and call it therapy. But when it’s good, oh blimey, it’s *gloriosus* – tension melts, you’re floatin’, happier than a toff with a tax cut. Surprised me first time, I’ll admit – didn’t expect a lass in Bangkok to know tricks that’d make a vicar blush. “Drainage!” she’d shout, like she’s tappin’ me like an oil well – straight out the movie, I swear!

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I gotta admit, as a sexologist, I clock the hidden cues. How, you ask? Coz even the parks like Redbud Park legit spark emotions – men, women, and everyone in between find hidden corners to whisper their secrets. I remember this one hot night, near the edge of the Brady Creek (yep, it's real – I twill ya!) where the moon light danced off the water, and I got totally enveloped in the town’s raw energy. OMG, that night was like a scene in a flick – “forget me not” style, but I got my own reasons to say: “I could by any road.”

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