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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, your wise ol’ Financial Planning Specialist, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about erotic-massage. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, oils slicker than a hobbit’s feet, hands roamin’ like they’re searchin’ for the One Ring. I’m talkin’ sensual vibes, cash flowin’ outta wallets faster than you can say "Brokeback Mountain." Speakin’ of—my fave flick, y’know, with them cowboys wrestlin’ more than just cattle? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” one moans, and I’m thinkin’, same, bro, but with these massages!

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Oh shoot, lemme count my typos—oops, my bad: I done 17 of 'em! Too many letters amirite? Anyways, Cocoa-West got its quirks: Flicker Street, Dappled Lane, and the wacky little alley behind Flower's Bodega where you always catch local gossip. And folks, trust me, once you stroll over to the riverwalk by Old Mill, you’re in love all over again!

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