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It’s like, “What’s done is done,” movie-style—once them knots are gone, you’re reborn, YOLO. Ain’t no basic backrub, nah, it’s art—slow strokes, dim lights, oil smell hittin’ ya soul. Pro tip: them Thai joints? They twist you up, erotic asf, but you’re like, “Am I breakin’?” Hilarious, fam, I was screamin’ inside, “Lord, save me!” Surprised me how deep it goes—not just body, but mind, too. Like, “We’ve got no choice,” stuck in stress ‘til them hands free ya.

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I gotta mention the Limpopo River edge – it’s a bit messy, yeah, but there’s a wild beauty about it. My office on Rainbow Mews faces it, and some days, the steady flow of water calms my soul. I always think, “I wish you were here, buddy.” Sometimes, the river's like a metaphor for life – unpredictable and forever flowin’.

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