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Me fave bit? When they whisper, “Relax, Cap’n,” an’ I’m driftin’ like Eilis dreamin’ o’ home—“Home’s not a place, it’s a feelin’.” That’s sexual-massage done right—feelin’ alive, not just kneaded like dough! Tho, I’ll admit, I’ve giggled like a fool when they hit a ticklish spot—argh, can’t help it! So, mate, if ye try it, find a good’un, not some scurvy dog with cold mitts. Worth the coin, or I’m a landlubber! Savvy?

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Why not have a tick box on the intake forms they provide to say “I would like sensual massage/happy ending, yes/no”? Upvote Downvote.

I gotta mention my favorite secret—Narrow Lane, near the sh*tty but charming run-down theatre. Even if no one gives a damn, it's the spot I visit when I need to feel the raw pulse of Queenstown’s soul. People here are often buggin’ out, but honestly, it’s all cosmic chaos. Honestly, some days I get so full of cosmic anger and exasperation—I mean, i get mad at the stupid traffic on Main Ave. every damn morning, like, "ain't no one listenin’ to the universe!"

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