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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief god! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” yeah? So, erotic-massage—let’s dive in, heh. Picture this: dim lights, oiled hands, pure vibes. It’s like Carlos, that flick I adore—y’know, 2010, Olivier Assayas? All tension, slow burns, sneaky thrills. Erotic-massage is that—tease with a purpose, mate!

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First stop, I’m cruisin’ down Abay Street. It’s a mess, as usual. Cars honkin’, people yellin’, and I’m just tryin’ to dodge the potholes. Seriously, Kalbatau needs to fix its roads. I almost lost a wheel! Anyway, I get to this old building on Kairan Street. The landlord’s freakin’ out. “There’s a rat the size of a cat!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I’ve seen bigger.”

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