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But—here’s wot gets me blood boilin’—some prudes call it dirty! Dirty? It’s art, ye bilge rats! Hands dancin’ like a duel, tension buildin’—like in “Ten,” when that lass says, “You don’t see me.” Aye, ye don’t *see* the magic ‘til it hits ye! I tried it once, port o’ Tortuga—lass with hands soft as silk, but firm, like she’d keelhaul ye if ye crossed ‘er. Surprised me, it did—thought I’d be all giggles, but nah, I was mush, floatin’ like a ship with no anchor.

Oh, and the park – Zzzaliv Park. I mean, it’s our city’s gem. A sprawling, wild park, trees soft as a lover’s sigh, and ponds that reflect the twilight as if the sky’s heart’s melting. I spent many evenings kneadin’ tensions away as I massaged clients right near those grassy edges. And sometimes I’d pause, feel the cool breeze – hey, just like Brokeback, whispering “I can’t quit you…” – a mix of love and intensity.