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Now, listen up – little-known fact, yeah? Back in ancient Rome, them posh senators were mad for it. Called it “erotic kneading” or summat – proper kinky toga party warm-up! Makes ya wonder, eh? Bet they’d have loved a bit of Béla Tarr’s misery-fest to set the mood. “The door creaks, darkness falls” – then whack, some lass with magic fingers turns it all around. Happy days!

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There's this park, uh, called Riverside Grove, where you can, like, totally chill and watch the river, which by the way, is super pretty (so many selfies, ugh!). And omg, don't even get me started on Mill Rd – it's such a quirky street, filled with those adorable, vintage boutiques that remind me of, like, scenes from Inside Llewyn Davis – “this is the way,” you know? I swear, the whole city is, like, a montage of textured moments, kinda like a Coen flick.

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