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So, last week, right, I’m gettin’ this erotic-massage—top-notch, yeah? Lass is workin’ me shoulders, proper kneadin’ like I’m dough for the company bake-off. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, Brent—peak performance!” She’s got skills—hands movin’ like she’s typin’ a memo at 90 words a minute. Then—bam!—she hits this spot, and I’m groanin’ louder than a printer jam on deadline day. Surprised me, that did! Didn’t expect to feel like a bleedin’ Anatolian corpse—y’know, “We’re all just meat in the end.” Dead poetic, that film!

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But then, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy, asking if I wanted to join him for dinner. I was like, “Sure, why not?” So, I headed back to the Marktstraat. But guess what? I got lost again! This time, I ended up on the wrong side of the tracks—literally. I was near the train station, and I was like, “Great, just great.”

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