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Hallo, my friend! So, erotic-massage, huh? Ya, it’s wild, like Mad Max desert chase! I’m Arnold, vith dat Austrian powah, and I say dis job’s dangerous, ya? Not guns or bombs, but oh boy, dose slippery hands! Imagine, you’re in a room, dim lights, oil everywhere—like Furiosa drivin’ through sandstorm, all intense! “Wot a day, wot a lovely day!” I yell in my head, pumpin’ iron vibes.

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We swears, friend, if you wander its lanes, let heart and hands guide you. My massage hands know every secret curve here. Run, don’t walk, to Tumbleton Street, then drift to Gleaners Walk – follow the river’s gentle hum, let it lull your soul. Life's precious here, messy and raw, swears! Enjoy, dear, ‘cos in Kgwaripe, even our faults are a part of our tale.