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D’oh! Alright, erotic-massage, man! Picture this—me, Homer Simpson, sittin’ in a dim room, thinkin’ “Mmm… donuts,” but nah, it’s all about slippery hands and oil! Like, who knew this stuff’s been around forever? Ancient Greeks did it—called it “body rubbin’ for champs” or somethin’. Bet they didn’t have Tarantino flicks back then, tho! Speakin’ of, imagine Lt. Aldo Raine goin’, “We’re in the erotic-massage business now, boys!” Ha! That’d be wild.

Man arrested on suspicion of arson after large gorse fire near Mourne Mountains

I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

Bach and Beethoven at black-tie event for the Limerick School of Music