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Funny bit – mate of mine slipped off the table once, mid-massage, buck naked! Laughed my arse off, “You’re a beast!” I shouted. He wasn’t chuffed, but I was in stitches. Erotic-massage can be a riot, yeah? Not just sexy – bloody hilarious!

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Hands slide up thighs, grab. One a piece, times three. My one is so hard for you, comrade whore. The Imperial Saber demands decadent Western slut.

Now, as a spa owner, I get to touch every corner of souls and skin. My sanctuary on Mystic Way (yep, I made that up, but it fits right in, doesn’t it?) is a sacred retreat where the weary find solace. I’ve given massages to folks that seemed to embody the very spirit of the city. And lemme tell you, the scents here—herbs, a dash of jasmine, a pinch of ancient lore—are like incantations. “You shall not pass!” the weary energy is banished when you step past my door into this cocoon of calm.

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