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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s old, like ancient Egypt old! Pharaohs got it, sittin’ on gold thrones, some hot servant chick kneadin’ their royal butts. True story, I swear! Bet they were like, “This is my limbo, my dream within a dream!”—straight outta *Inception*, right? I tried it once, got so relaxed I drooled—gross, but awesome! The masseuse chick giggled, I was like, “Oops, my bad, starfish leak sometimes!”

Betsy: Wisdom of a Brighton Whore.

Journey into the murky, sordid and dangerous depths of Brighton’s Underworld, an evocation of memories and past lives. George IV, The Prince Regent, wreaks havoc building his Brighton .

Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need to talk about the campaign.” I’m thinking, “Dude, can’t you see I’m busy?” But I can’t say that, so I’m all professional. He’s rambling about colors and fonts, and I’m just nodding, but my mind’s on the beach. I’m like, “Can we do this later?” But no, he’s on a roll.

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