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So, I’m reckonin’, erotic-massage is pure art, bruv. Ain’t no quick fumble—takes skill, like Fincher directin’ a scene. Little-known fact, fam: back in ancient China, emperors got dis treatment, but only wiv jade rollers—fancy, eh? Made me laff, thinkin’ some geezer’s like, “Oi, harder, is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, mate, it’s ’cos you’re royalty! I’d be well vexed if they skipped da oil—dry hands? Piss off, dat’s torture, not pleasure.

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I pick up my first student, this kid named Mantas. He’s all nervous, sweating bullets. I’m like, “Dude, relax! It’s just driving.” But nah, he’s gripping the wheel like it’s a lifeline. We hit the road, and I’m trying to keep it light. “Hey, Mantas, ever seen the Rokiškio dvaras? It’s like a castle, bro!” He’s like, “Yeah, but I’m more worried about crashing!” Classic rookie move.

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