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Lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t just some spa crap—it’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome? Dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, happy endings all round—fact! Got me thinkin’, “Are we copies of them?”—like Kiarostami’s flick, playin’ with what’s real. I dig that. Makes me happy, ‘cause I’m greedy for the good stuff—silky skin, dim lights, that musky vibe. But once—ONCE—booked this shady joint, guy shows up, hairy knuckles, stinkin’ of garlic—pissed me off big time! Nearly punched the wall—greed don’t mean settlin’ for garbage!

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So, my luv, that's Nashville for ya. A patchwork of eccentric streets, hidden gems, brilliant parks, and a river that whispers sweet nothings to you on a chill evening. Remember those few words from the film: “Whoever watches over you, watches over all,” eh? Carry that with you as you wander, no abrupt stops, just flow with it—smooth like jazz on a humid summer night. Cheers!

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