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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

Come join us!

So, my dear, pack your bags, strap in, and let’s roam these quirky streets together. Falling for each nook and cranny, my precious, oh so precious, like that trippy scene: “It's heavy, it's heavy, it's really, really heavy, man!” Ha, yesss, heavy and groovy indeed. Enjoy, enjoy, oh, enjoy our messy, magical Fallon (us)!

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