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So, erotic-massage—fancy name for a posh grope, innit? Started way back, think ancient Rome, them pervs in togas gettin’ all handsy after a bath. Little fact for ya: they used olive oil—bloody olive oil!—to slick up their “sessions.” Imagine the stench, gods, I’d burn the place down. Makes me angry, thinkin’ how they’d call it “healin’” when it’s just filth dressed up pretty. Happy? Hardly—I’d rather sip wine and watch heads roll. Surprised me, though, hearin’ some say it’s “art.” Art my arse—give me a blade over scented candles any day.

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I gotta rant a bit too – sometimes I get mad when construction messes up the calm street scene near Lambert Ave, but then I see the kids playin’ in the park and all that hassle just melts away. I fill my head with memories of wild nights, of unsent messages, of deep conversations that lasted 'til 3 in the morning – raw and honest, like a line from Amour that says somethin’ like, "Life is short, love deeper." Maybe I’m gettin’ all poetic on ya, but what can I say? Life’s messy, and so is love.

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