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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, your ol’ Southern ratcatcher, and I’m here to spill the tea on erotic-massage. Now, I reckon it’s like strippin’ down to your soul—kinda wild, right? How’s that workin’ for ya? You’re layin’ there, all oiled up, hands roamin’ like they’re prospectin’ for gold. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*—that gritty, raw vibe. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, that’s what them hands feel like, suckin’ the stress right outta ya!

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Staff Sergeant William James: I was in a whorehouse. Guard at Liberty Gate: All right. If I let you in, will you tell me where it is exactly?

So, pal, if you wander around Eldridge – check out Old Mill Road, Blackwood River, downtown Washington St, and that secret hideout near 9th and Elm. Trust me, it's wild! Embrace the chaos, the soul, and every damn season. Remember, we hates it, but we loves it too, yesss! Enjoy the ride, precious!

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