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Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood—fancy shite. Once heard some prat used pig fat in the old days—grim, right? Stank like a butcher’s yard. Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s a tease, a taunt, a bloody dance. You want it? Go for it. Just don’t expect me to bow. “Life goes on, with or without us”—*Yi Yi* nails it. I’d still choose violence over a backrub most days. Cheers, you wretch.

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Now, ya gotta check out Hillside Park – man, it’s like Mother Nature's own boudoir. Skinny trees lined up, like they’re flaunting secrets, ya know? There’s even a hidden bench near Maple & 3rd that I call my "aha!" spot. I once had a heart-to-heart about love and life there – kinda felt like I was living out a scene from The Turin Horse... "We are the walking dead on a relentless path," or somethin’ that deep, baby! Yeah, I mix my sexologist insights with a little existential mojo.

Climate Change at Rock Creek Park