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So, erotic-massage, right, it’s not just a rub-down, it’s a full-on sensory sesh. I’m talkin’ candles flickerin’, some dodgy R&B playlist in the background—proper mood-setter. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ancient Rome, they’d do this malarkey with olive oil and call it a “luxury cleanse”—posh twats! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re scrubbin’ backsides while I’m here in Slough dreamin’ of a cheeky massage meself. Gets me all giddy, it does—happy as Larry when I imagine it. But then, bam, I get raging—cos it’s bloody pricey, innit? Fifty quid for an hour? I’d rather buy a kebab and a pint!

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I’m chugging my caffeine when I get a call. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “Yo, we got an emergency!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, some dude from the local judo club messed up his arm. Like, how do you even do that? Anyway, I rush over to the clinic on Tsubaki Street.

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