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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s old, like ancient Egypt old! Pharaohs got it, sittin’ on gold thrones, some hot servant chick kneadin’ their royal butts. True story, I swear! Bet they were like, “This is my limbo, my dream within a dream!”—straight outta *Inception*, right? I tried it once, got so relaxed I drooled—gross, but awesome! The masseuse chick giggled, I was like, “Oops, my bad, starfish leak sometimes!”

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The very first 'Pinch Tip Reservoir' song Attention: WHORE! RAPE! she whispered, not for help, but because she's an attention whore.

Every nook of Reservoir tells a story. The local markets are a riot of colours and smells. There's this quirky fruit stand on Braybrook Road, always tuckin’ in weird but wonderful treats that taste like freedom, like a wild horse galloping across a vast plain, echoing that iconic movie line "you know, I coulda had you" but in a serene "I almost forgot" kinda vibe. I once bumped into a bloke who claimed he found inner peace on a rusty bench near Reservoir Primary—times like that make you wonder if the universe’s got jokes.

Pembrook Homes to bring contemporary townhomes to Reservoir