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There it was, surreptitiously tucked between a dull dry cleaner, and a seedy bar: The Garden of Elysium-- a strange and bewitching massage parlour that appeared to be more myth than reality. Its discreet façade, embellished with absolutely nothing more than a small golden at the face of the nondescript structure, was hardly noticeable amidst the crimson skyline of sultry dusk.
 
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The masseuses, with their much-raved-about prowess, with dignity sketched deft strokes throughout their clients' bare bodies, weaving tendrils of tender and febrile enjoyment, releasing stress and breaking down barriers sealed by age. Their liquid touch-- intense and sinuous-- enticed bodies as they gushed through forgotten erogenous zones, illuminating a concealed map aglow with the very essence of inherent human desire.
 
The garden taught its residents the fragile, near-ancient art of delivering and getting control-- a lesson deeply rooted in the heart of vulnerability. Clients exploring its hallowed ground discovered to surrender their minds and bodies to the prehistoric urges endemic to their extremely existence and to transcend the deeply ingrained, puritanical hostilities to earthly satisfaction that had suffocated their spirits all their lives.
 
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As our simple client, a shy and anxious soul, gingerly entered the sumptuous embrace of the massage parlor, he could not help however feel simultaneously captivated and horrified by the prospect awaiting him. His palpitating heart echoed through the otherwise hushed structure, a virginal pointer that he was passing through the line in between a lost world of viewed purity and a newfound kingdom of sensuous discovery. Spiraling ideas of vulnerability and uncertainty filled his mind, threatening to muffle the anticipation that hummed underneath his quavering breaths.
 
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