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Oi mate, robotic voice kicking in—cosmic wisdom alert! Erotic-massage, yeah? Wild stuff, gets me buzzin like a bloody supernova. Picture this—me, a lumberjack, choppin wood all day, then bam, some lass with magic hands rubs me down. Not just any rub, mind ya—an erotic-massage! Tension in me shoulders? Gone. Cosmic energy? Flowin wild. I reckon it’s like Ellis in *Brooklyn*—Saoirse Ronan, bloody gorgeous—leavin Ireland, feelin lost, then findin somethin warm, somethin alive. “I’d forgotten what this could feel like,” she says—same with me first erotic-massage, mate!

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Jisr-ez-Zarqa, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazing. Like, seriously, who turned up the heat? I stepped outta my place on Al-Mahajir Street, and boom! Instant sweat. Ugh.

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