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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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Oh, and ya bet there’s a secret garden tucked behind the community center on Willow, where the azaleas burst into life. I, uh, once broke my favorite sandal there – oh boy… but, heck, those blossoms reminded me, “In every ending, there is a beginning...”

Silver City Pi Day Pie Auction returns Friday for 5th year