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Once, this chick, total pro, told me – ancient shit, erotic-massage is. Egypt, Greece, thousands of years, crazy huh? Priests, they’d bless with oil, slippery stuff. Made me laugh, picturin’ holy dudes kneadin’ ass! But serious, it’s skill, not just sexy-time. Muscles loosen, stress fucks off – gone! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say. Half-assed massage? Waste of time, pisses me off.

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Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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