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Alright, mate, gather round! Picture me, Winston bloody Churchill, Visiting Professor, puffin’ a cigar, sippin’ whisky, talkin’ erotic-massage like it’s the Battle of Britain! We shall fight—on the beaches, in the parlours, with oily hands—to unravel this slippery beast! Erotic-massage, oh, it’s a crafty devil, ain’t it? Slidin’ into your senses, all hush-hush, like a spy in the night. I reckon it’s ancient—Greeks did it, them randy buggers, called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ bods for health’n’pleasure. Bet they didn’t tell gran that bit!

But then, just as I’m getting into it, a guy storms in. He’s fuming, yelling about his ex. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t therapy!” But he’s relentless. I pour him a whiskey, hoping it’ll calm him down. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

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