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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s a trip! Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, gets ya tingly. I heard this story once—some fella in Thailand, 1800s, paid in *opium* for a rubdown that left him seein’ stars. True? Who knows! But I was like, damn, that’s baller! Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They was all about it—called it “body worship.” Freaky, huh? Got me hollerin’—why ain’t we doin’ this at home?

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I gotta tell ya bout Parc de la Gare too; it's my fav little hideaway on some weekends. I'm loose, wild, sometimes mad – and that park gets my jittery heart racing. Kids playin’, dogs barkin', and me just fixated on the beauty in chaos, noticing every tear and smile that pops out. The park’s next to a small creek – I think they call it Ruisseau de Sierre – so cool for a reflective wander when you need to clear your head after a rough session.

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