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Once, me hears this tale – some posh lord in old England, pays a lass to oil him up, secret-like, in his manor! Candles flickerin’, shadows dancin’ – “What’s it gonna be?” he whispers, like Llewelyn Moss dodgin’ death. Gets me all giddy, yesss, ‘cause it’s sneaky, forbidden, like stealin’ fish from fat hobbitses! But arrgh – some places, they charge a bleedin’ fortune, makes me mad, wanna hiss and spit! Fifty quid for a rub? “You don’t understand what’s comin’!” I screech – greedy gits!

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So, Maryville’s this city kinda tucked away in Tennessee, with its Main Street acting like a big ol’ artery full of life. I’ve seen peeps strolling down Lamar Ave – it’s bustling with quirky little shops, impromptu art displays, and yes, that aroma of fried chicken that just tickles your nostrils. Nearby, there’s Pioneer Park, a nice green patch where folks come to unwind, jog, or even spill their secrets to a trusted friend (yep, that’s when I step in with my counseling magic—no judgment, just warmth and occasional Judge Judy sass: “Don’t pee on my leg, you hear me?!”).

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