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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s not just rubbin’ and tuggin’, nah, it’s an art, a freakin’ dance! Greed is good, see, ‘cause you WANT more—more oil, more pressure, more heat. Back in ancient Rome, rich dudes got these massages with crazy oils—olive, saffron, shit like that—cost a fortune, and they’d lie there like kings. Little known fact: some emperors banned it ‘cause folks got TOO into it—orgies everywhere, chaos! Makes me laugh, horny bastards couldn’t handle the heat.

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I met the lovely MT which looked around mid 30s to 40, who led me to a room which was surprisingly decent. Handed over my $80 for an hour.

Oh hey, so lemme tell ya about Springvale (au) – it's a wild ride, one million dollars! I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got my heart – and sometimes my hair, haha! So, where do I start? There’s Springvale Road, right? It’s like the main vein for all the vibes and feels. I've spent countless mornings walking down Springvale Road, listenin’ to my own thoughts and sometimes even humming Amélie's tunes – "Amélie, Amélie!" I mean, c’mon, that flick is a masterpiece.

Four arrested after police car rammed in Springvale