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Oi, precious! Me, the Gardener, yeh? We swears! Erotic-massage, mate, it’s proper lush. Like, hands slippin’ over skin, all oily, yeah? Watched “Tree of Life” again—bloody hell, that film! “Where were you when I laid foundations?” it asks. Makes me think—erotic-massage is ancient, innit? Old as dirt! Them Greeks, they rubbed bods with olive oil, called it slick magic. We swears! Ain’t just horny vibes—relaxes ya deep.

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I stroll down Bowden St. at dusk, feelin’ every vibe. The park near Riverview Gardens – well, that's a chill spot for meditatin’ and catchin’ stray glances of the Buffalo River flowin’ by – it's madd but peaceful, ya know? Spots like that remind me of crazy nights, when I’d forget my worries while collegues and regulars debate 'bout the universe. Sometimes, in the quiet, I hear a whisper: "You must have lost yourself in the shimmering tides of illusion." Wild, eh?

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