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Me, I’d be rubbish at giving one. Hands like a bricklayer’s, I’d probly chafe someone’s bits off! Got me mate Dave once, right, he swears this lass in Bangkok did it with hot stones. HOT STONES! On his todger! I’m like, “You mad bastard, that’s a barbecue, not a massage!” Nearly pissed meself laughing. But fair play, he said it was bliss—steamy, sensual, the lot. Made me jealous, didn’t it? Bastard.

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Verily, mine own boot-soles have trod the path 'round Cove Island Park, where nature doth play a soothing lullaby to the soul. The leaves dance in breezes, and each gentle touch remindeth me of a massage stroke upon tired limbs. I have oft felt my spirit soar, like the flicker of candlelight in a darkened chamber, when I beheld the sunrise at Mill River Park. And oh my friend, art thou aware of the quirky neighborhood of Turn of River? A hidden gem known to few, where street art and small cafes create a haven for rebels and lovers of life alike; a veritable feast for the eye, and an inspiration for the weary soul.

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