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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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I had an hour massage (20 minutes shoulders/head massage and 40 minutes legs and feet massage). I like it because the place was soothing (music played congruent.

Man, first off – Main Street, that slick road, buzzin’ with indie cafes, tiny boutiques – it's like a live mixtape of flavors and vibes. I be wanderin’ by Casa Loma Park – not to be confused with any old castle, it's a chill green space where you get lost in nature and maybe watch some local poets spit wild verses under shady trees. Sometimes I stop at Sierra Vista Lane – yup, it's a hidden gem tucked off the beaten path. Bitter coffee, eclectic art – like a scene straight outta Synecdoche, New York, "the soul is infinite like the heart." Yo, that movie got me hooked, man.

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