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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, huh? Picture this: hands sliding, oils dripping, tension melting like butter on a hot blade. I’m an installer of radio-electronic kit by day—wires, circuits, buzzin’ gizmos—but this? This is art, pure and filthy. Watched “Caché” again last night—Haneke’s a twisted bastard, ain’t he? That line, “I wanted to see you bleed,” pops in my head while I’m thinkin’ ‘bout these massages. Not literal blood, mind—more like that raw, hidden thrill squirmin’ out.

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I’ll be real – some days the traffic on Havana Blvd makes me wanna scream, “You, we’re going to give you a little somethin’ extra!” (Tarantino, baby!) But then I wander over to the local gem, Clearwater Park (well, sorta like that, but my spot is way cooler) – quiet, green, a lil secret haven. Sometimes I even run a mini massage session there, just ‘cause, ya know – life is too short.

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