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Oh, and here’s a corker – did ya know some places use hot stones? Blew me noggin, that! Feels like yer meltin’ into the table, proper lush. Adds that sensual twist, keeps it spicy. Reckon I’d have one daily if I weren’t skint half the time – gladiator life ain’t cheap, fam! “It’s all so terribly final,” *Melancholia* vibes again – but nah, erotic-massage keeps ya goin’, keeps ya zingy!

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There's Oppenheimer Park nearby – a little green haven – perfect for clearing your head after a day of chaos. Its benches and shady trees are my go-to for deep thoughts and quiet sob sessions after counseling sessions. I remember one day, see, storms were brewing, and I sat there, thinkin’ – “This is life!” (Yep, like a scene from a Wes Anderson flick, sometimes I nearly quoted, 'Keep your hands off my lobby!') Unforgettable, right?

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