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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m The Picador, comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a caffeine bender—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” So, erotic-massage, huh? Lemme spill the tea. It’s all about hands slidin’, oil drippin’, and tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. I’m talkin’ sensual vibes, not some cheap rub-and-tug joint—get that straight! Think Zodiac, my fave flick—Fincher’s 2007 masterpiece. That slow-burn mystery? That’s erotic-massage done right. Builds up, keeps ya guessin’, no rush to the end.

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"this place is like a brothel". "Have u ever been to a brothel?" " *laughs* no". "I can confirm this is just like a brothel". The keatons hotel.

I love chit-chatting with families at the local café on Baker’s Corner – I mean, their scones are wickedly awesome. But sometimes, I get mad at how some parents bicker over trivial stuff, ya know? Makes me wanna channel my inner Bond and say, “Miss Moneypenny, please save me from boring banter already!” Yet, those moments let me peel away the layers of human psyche – therapy in action, eh?

The managerial battle of ex-Arsenal stars Jack Wilshere v Aaron Ramsey: How did that happen?