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Now, sexual-massage ain’t just hands on bits—nah, it’s old as sin! Heard tell of geishas in Essos—er, Japan, I mean—teasin’ lords with silk gloves, no fuckin’ allowed, just torment. Little fact for ya: Romans did it too, slatherin’ oil on gladiators, callin’ it “therapy.” Therapy, my arse! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some oiled-up brute moanin’ while I’m dodgin’ swords. Happy? Sure, when the lass knows her craft—fingers dancin’ like a bard’s tune. Angry? Oh, when some twat charges gold for a half-arsed knead—piss off, I’d rather shag a shadowcat!

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Two employees of a Conway massage parlor were arrested last week on prostitution charges, police announced Tuesday.

Man, I remember sittin' by the little river (hey, the Conway Creek, I think) on a breezy day and thinkin’, “This is it, buddy, this is the spot where memories and massages blur together,” like in that flick. I swear sometimes I hear the whispers, “Meet me in Freq Street... oh wait, did I just make that up?” Hahaha! Yeah, that’s just me trippin’ on my own thoughts.

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