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So, sexual-massage—right laugh, eh? Buncha pervs pretending it’s “therapy.” Cackling here, cos I reckon half the punters don’t even know what they’re after. Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, docs used “pelvic massage” to calm hysterical women—vibrators came from that! Proper mad, innit? Imagine Dr. Knobfingers going, “Oh, just a medical rub-down, love.” Bet they nicked that excuse for centuries.

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I ain't gonna lie, u know what really caught me off guard? The secret courts near Boca Raton Resort Campus. Shhh... it's got an almost mystical energy, like some hidden love portal or somethin'. I always feel like there's some ancient, loony secret buried there. And then there's Wakodahatchee Park—yep, say it slow: Wah-ko-da-hatchee. It’s a cool oasis that feels like a whole different planet, filled with trails, birds chirping, and the smell of nature, y'know? I once took a date there, and the trees and wind literally whispered, “There will be blood!” It was soooo epic!

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