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Now, I reckon it’s a right art, this sexual-massage lark. Not just a quick fumble – no, no, *ars longa, vita brevis*, takes skill! Them ancient Greeks, they knew it – little-known fact, yeah? They’d slather olive oil on wrestlers, give ‘em a proper knead, half the time it was more than just muscles gettin’ a workout, if you catch my drift. Proper saucy stuff! Gets the blood pumpin’, makes you feel alive – “I drink your milkshake!” I’d yell, if I were the one gettin’ rubbed. Power in them hands, mate, pure power.

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An erotic bath with you, Ellie? That's something I've been dreaming about like fifty percent of the times I shower. This is not gonna end well.

Oh, btw, the River Glint gets extra lit during sunset – like, the water sparkles omg. I've even had epic mid-massage daydreams, with sun rays beaming on my face, making me super duper happy. But dang, sometimes the city’s crazy cold in winter; no joke, I get shivers that make my massage oils feel extra slippery LOL.

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