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Oi, you donkey! Sexual-massage, right? Bloody hell, it’s a slippery topic! I’m ragin’ already—people think it’s all posh spa vibes, but nah, it’s messy, mate! Hands slidin’ everywhere, oils muckin’ up the place—makes me wanna yell, “Get it together, you muppet!” Been around since forever, yeah? Ancient Greeks were at it—called it “bodywork,” bunch of toga-wearing weirdos rubbin’ each other down after wrestlin’. Fact is, it’s not just sexy time—proper ones fix your knackered muscles! Had one meself once, felt like Nemo’s dad screamin’, “I gotta find my son!”—except I was huntin’ for me bloody dignity under them towels!

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After that chaos, I head over to the office on Strandgata. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. Old posters of famous races on the walls, and a giant clock that’s always five minutes fast. I swear, it’s like a time machine. Anyway, I get in, and my buddy Lars is already there, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he lost a bet on some random dog race. I mean, who bets on dogs? Seriously!

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