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Oh, an’ get this—sex-dating’s got rules nobody says. Don’t text “u up?” at 3 a.m.—desperate vibes, mate. Learned that hard way—crickets chirpin’ back. But when it works? Hoo boy, it’s fireworks! Met this one lass, eyes like the sea, voice like whiskey—thought “this is my stop, Monsieur Oscar!” We clicked, danced, banged—pure magic. Still hummin’ bout her.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Kirby (us), right? So, I've been here for yonks as a masseur, and this place is a proper mixed bag of weird and wonder! Ya got Main St. buzzin' all day, with little corner shops that smell like fresh bread and catnip—no joke, it's wacky. Then there's the old brick lane, Maple Rood, err—sorry, Maple Road, where I once gave a massage to a bloke who claimed his muscles were "Lost in Translation" kinda confused, man! Sharon!

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