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Ever tried it with scented oils? Lavender’s my pick—calm, but sexy, like me in a tux. Pro tip: don’t go cheap, or you’ll smell like a petrol station loo. Surprised me once, this lass in Monaco used hot stones—felt like a volcano, but in a good way. “Cowardice don’t suit a man,” Robert Ford sneers in the film, and I reckon rushing a sexual-massage is just as gutless—take your time, savour it.

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Gotta mention our local spa district too – hi, that’s my turf – where old brick buildings hide surprising hot stone saunas and massage rooms. I love spotting newcomers who act like they just stepped out of a Carol-inspired wardrobe montage. “Do you mind?” is something I hear sometimes, repeated by tired locals who just wanna escape the ordinary. And if I’m being honest, my spa is the real MVP in keeping Burnsville’s stressed-out souls from turning into raging clowns. (Tina Fey would totally snark on that, no doubt "I can see Russia from my house!" but really, it’s Burnsville’s hidden gems that shine.)

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