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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and wild, and I’ve got thots on sexual-massage. You shall not pass! Not without hearin’ this first. Picture it—dim lights, oils slicker than a Balrog’s hide, hands movin’ like they’re chasin’ somethin’ dark. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—that flick I love, all gritty and raw. “Ass to ass!”—not quite, but the vibe’s there, y’know? Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a damn journey, a slippery slope to bliss or chaos.

Summon a therapist to your home.

Yeah, I get emotional. Crazy nights, crazy streets. I get mad when they tear up a good view for new condos. I get happy watching kids chase dreams in the park. I get surprised by hidden pockets of genuine coolness around every corner. Even when I mumble, “I have to believe in a world…” like in that flick, I mean sometimes it feels like we’re all fragments.

Fort Sumter & Fort Moultrie Commemorate the First Shots of the Civil War