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Oi, fam, it’s me, da Gardener! Check it, I’m chattin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, innit? Proper naughty stuff, yeah? So, I’m thinkin’, sexual-massage is like—BOOM—pure vibes, bruv. Hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like butta. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya get me? That slow burn, chattin’ deep, feelin’ that spark—same energy, fam! Like when Jesse says, “I feel alive with you,”—that’s the buzz you get, proper tingly.

What a Saint Learned from a Prostitute by Caitanya Carana Dasa

i wander old Little Mill Ln. on weekends. that street, man, it's got secret corners where kids play and old folks share wild life stories. i once saw a couple fight then hug. weird, right? i nearly choked on my cheap coffee. i say: family stuff ain't always black and white. sometimes, it's a gray mess like those film scenes. "I was in a car, and I was laughing," but not really laughing. you get it.

Dozens volunteer to feed over 500 people at St. Matthew’s House