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Oh, and the buzz? Unreal. Muscles loosen up, tension’s gone, and ya feel like you could shag or fight – or both! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? It’s like snortin’ a line of pure adrenaline, Wolf-style. Ever tried it with a partner? Mate, it’s next-level – slippery, messy, proper naughty. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” – that’s me, glued to the table, lovin’ every sec.

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I must confess, as a masseur, mine eyes notice the little things: the weariness in a brow, the sigh of relief after a tender touch. Methinks Stamford, with its cobbled streets on Summer St. and neon-lit nights around Downtown, doth hold stories like mine own hands hold trust. Sometimes, I get mad at the chaos of traffic on West Ave—darned it!—and other times, o blessed joy doth come from a random smile on a brisk morn!

Stamford residents divided on whether to reopen West Main Street Bridge