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Alright, mate, strap in—David Brent’s here! Erotic-massage, yeah? Absolute game-changer, innit? I’m the Potter, seein’ what others miss—pure genius! So, picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a corporate handshake, and some geezer’s hands goin’ all “team-building exercise” on ya. Love it! Gets me buzzin’ like a motivational seminar on steroids. Reminds me of *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—y’know, my fave flick—where the doc says, “The dead don’t care.” Well, mate, after a proper rubdown, I’m half-dead meself—bliss!

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Hmm… oh gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Spring-Lake-Park, hon. It's, like, awfully quirky, ya know? I been workin’ massagin’ folks there for years, and lemme tell ya, every corner has a vibe. Man, oh man, you gotta check out Main St. – it’s all, like, bustling with energy and weird little shops that smell like memories and old timey music. And, hmm… there’s Elm St. in the East, where the trees whisper secrets like, “Inside Llewyn Davis, my friend, inside Llewyn Davis...” hahaha, so trippy!

Spring Lake’s Central Park ready for a refresh