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O thou sweet friend, hark! I’m no stiff-necked economist, but I’ll spin thee a tale of sexual-massage, that slippery beast! Methinks it’s a trade old as dirt—yea, older than the stones in yonder hills. Picture this: hands gliding o’er flesh, a dance of oil and sighs, like Daniel Plainview chasing black gold in *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha! That’s what I’d shout if I caught some rogue masseuse pilfering my coin for a half-arsed rub.

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

Next, I get a call about a traffic jam on 28th October Street. It’s like a scene from a bad movie. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re auditioning for a symphony. I’m trying to figure out how to untangle this mess. I’m yelling into the radio, “Move it, people! This ain’t a parking lot!”

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