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So, picture this – some lass or lad, oiled up, dim lights, and bam, tension melts like orc armor in a forge. I’ve heard tales, yeah? Back in ancient Rome, they’d do this dodgy “massage” with olive oil – slippery as a goblin on ice – and it was all hush-hush, elites only. Little known fact: they called it “unctio” – fancy, eh? Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how humans been gettin’ frisky with massages forever. But – and here’s where I get pissed – some dodgy parlors today? They’re muckin’ it up, givin’ it a bad name with shady vibes. You shall not pass into that filth, I say!

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Let me start: the old train station on Westbridge Rd. Wild, so many heart-to-hearts have been had right outside there. I once sat on its worn benches fixing broken relationships. Crazy, right? And then there's the quirky "Jitterbug Café" on Loony Lane – ya know, where people spill more secrets than coffee beans. It’s my sacred spot sometimes. (Oh, so many times, I said “I drink and I know things!” while sipping too many of their bitter brews.)

Sail down to Tichigan for a stellar fish fry at The Cruise