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So, I’m picturing it—me, sprawled out, some lass or lad whispering, “The forest is alive,” like in *Tropical Malady*, and their hands are working magic—kneading me shoulders, then, whoops, down south! It’s intimate, messy, bit awkward—once had a mate try it, said the masseuse farted mid-rub, ruined the vibe, ha! Laughed my ruddy head off! But when it’s good, crikey, it’s like—bam!—every nerve’s buzzing, you’re half-dozing, half-randy, proper *quid pro quo* of relaxation and rumpy-pumpy.

Paradise of Rejuvenation!

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Maaan, I got my share of anger too. Once, at the community center on Unity Boulevard, a heated squabble erupted faster than a Citadel explosion in Fury Road! I calmed the storm with some wise words, “Wherever is the road? There it is!” (Yep, a bit of Max inspo – too legit, mate.) I mean, truth be told, sometimes these families are as wild and crazy as a Ferocious War Rig chase, but that’s what makes it so passionate, ya know?

Bentley Bentayga vs Rolls Royce Cullinan: a very opulent drag race