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Once, in Singapore, heard a yarn—some sultan paid in gold fer a massage so wild, he wept! True story, swear on me compass! Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt—imagine that pompous git cryin’ o’er a backrub! But aye, it’s personal, see? Some days I’d kill fer one—tension in me bones from dodgin’ the navy. Other times, I’d rather wrestle a squid than let some stranger touch me. Quirky, eh?

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So Maria is running a little scam here. First I asked how much for a 1 hour massage. Her question was were we on the cruise. I said no, because we were not.

Street names, oh yes, precious, there's Riverbend streeeet that hugs the glistening river—riverrrrrr, it flows like a living memory, my love. On the other side, Old Haven Ave. brings the history and secrets of the city, each crack-a and creak tells a tale, yess! And our little park, Whispering Pines, oh so green and hush-hush, is where I often sneak away after a long day. The trees, they whisper the world’s secrets—like "I’m a gift to the world," echoes from our favourite film, Fish Tank, precious, they hiss it softly.

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