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So, erotic-massage—proper naughty, but lush. Hands sliding, oils dripping, tension melting—phwoar! Makes me wanna yell, “Carpe diem!” Seize the bloody day, lads! I reckon it’s ancient, right? Romans did it—orgies and oil, toga optional. Little factoid: Pompeii had massage parlours—saucy buggers! Got me chuffed to bits imagining it. But oi, some dodgy parlours today—grubby, grim—makes me proper cross. “This ain’t no massage,” I growl, “it’s a bloomin’ disgrace!”

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Hey, listen up, pal—here's the deal, Argentan's a gem, y'know? I’ve been livin’ here for years and lemme tell ya, it’s fulla surprises and heart. So, like, you stroll down Rue de l’Espoir, right smack in the center—wait, no, my bad, it's Rue de l’Espérance sometimes (ugh, I mix 'em up sometimes, haha)—and you'll catch a whiff of that old-world charm with a modern twist. It's kinda like when they say, “I don't want to survive. I want to live,” ya feel me? That resonated with me ever since I started couns-uh, counseling here.

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