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Pisses me off though—some dodgy parlors rip ya off. Greasy geezer last month charged me double, muttering “special service.” Special my arse—left me skint and cranky. Shaken, not stirred, I was fuming! But when it’s good? Oh, mate, it’s like Juliette Binoche in that movie—mysterious, smooth, leaves ya guessing. “What is it about her?” I mutter, mid-massage, as some bird’s hands work magic. Surprised me how bloody proper some places are—clean towels, no funny business unless you ask. One time, this Swedish chick hummed opera—felt like a king, not a spy.

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So, I’m standing there, caffeine-deprived, when I see this dude, right? He’s got a dog that looks like it just rolled outta a dumpster. I mean, I love dogs, but c’mon! This one’s fur was a whole mood. Anyway, the dog starts barking at me. I’m like, “Chill, buddy! I’m not your enemy!”

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