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So, I tried it once—yep, lil’ ol’ me! Got this fella rubbin’ oil like he’s polishin’ a Cadillac. Felt so good I hollered, “Well, slap my ass and call me sassy!” Made me happy as a pig in mud, but lord, the price? Nearly choked me—$100 for 30 minutes? I was madder’n a wet hen! Coulda bought me a new wig! But them hands—ooh, they knew tricks. Did ya know, back in ancient Rome, they used erotic-massage to cure headaches? Bet them senators was grinnin’ like fools!

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I also gotta mention some local oddities. Rye’s got weird statues, funky murals on Maple Drive and scrawled artistry around Train Station Square. It’s art that jolts you awake, like a punch. Sometimes, too many tourists flood the main square. I get super pissed—ugh, maddening. But then I snort and laugh—life’s messy, buddy!

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