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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister. I drink and I know things, right? So, erotic-massage—let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: hands slidin’ over skin, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like a bastard in wildfire. It’s not just rubbin’—it’s art, mate. Art! I saw this flick, *Son of Saul*, fuckin’ grim as hell, and there’s this line, “You’ll survive if you work.” Made me think—erotic-massage is work, sure, but damn, it’s the kind that keeps ya breathin’. Not like shovelin’ dirt in Auschwitz, nah, this is life-givin’, ya feel me?

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So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

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