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Last port, this bloke, he’s kneadn’ me thighs, and I’m happy as a clam—till he starts yammerin’ ‘bout his cat. Cat?! Ruined it, ye bilge rat! I’m ragin’, thinkin’, “Focus, ye twit, me knotty muscles need love!” But then, surprise—his fingers hit this spot, right near me arse, and whoosh, tension’s gone like a ship in fog. Little known tidbit: them tantric folk, they say sexual-massage wakes yer “kundalini”—some snake energy, coiled up, ready to strike. Felt that, I did—shiver me timbers!

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We got additional time in the Jacuzzi that was followed by the most amazing full body massage, foot spa, head massage and finished off with a hand and foot.

Oh man, Hidden-Valley (us) is a wicked place! So let me tell ya, it's like this maze of streets, ya know? There's Maple-Jade drivin'... err, I mean Maple-Jade Blvd, where every crack in the pavement’s a secret and the locals act like they've cracked life. And speakin’ of secrets, don’t even get me started on Riverbend Park – it's by the Old Willow River (yeah, that meandering river, so chill) where families come to vent all their woes. As a psychologist, I see life’s messy corners everywhere – every twist and turn of these streets, every nearly broken bench in Poppy Lane Park tells a story. “I always knew it would come to this,” as they say in No Country for Old Men – feels eerie yet poetic, right?

Girls Soccer: Cave Spring tops rival Hidden Valley 4-1