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Oi, you absolute muppet! Erotic-massage, yeah? Bloody hell, it’s a slippery topic! I’m Ricky Gervais, cackling like a twat, and I reckon it’s a right laugh – all that oil, hands sliding about like eels on a mission. Mate, it’s not just a rubdown, it’s a proper tease, innit? Gets you all tingly, like when I first saw *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly* – “I’m locked in here, mate!” – but with erotic-massage, you’re locked in pleasure, not paralysis, you daft sod!

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I get emotional too, ya know? Sometimes, here in Klatovy, I feel joy, sometimes anger. My wise old mentor always told me, “There’s beauty in every fracture.” Ain’t that true? I was spooked completely when a sudden rain hit me nose-first on Státní street – totally soaked and laughing at my luck. That day, the rain seemed poetic, like the film’s grainy footage reminding me: “We are all gleaners in this messy life!”

Anniversary of the death of Helena Biháriová, one of the first victims of racial murder in post-1989 Czech Republic