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Oi mate, blimey, here we go! Sexual-massage, eh? Cor, what a topic! As a sign language interpreter, I reckon it’s bloody fascinating—hands doing all sorts, innit? Makes me think, cor blimey, how’d you sign *that* in a deaf pub? “Inglourious Basterds” style, mind you—imagine Lt. Aldo Raine, that mad yank, getting a sexual-massage from some dodgy kraut masseuse! “You gettin’ comfy, Hans?” he’d growl, knife out, “This ain’t no scalp-tickler!” Ha! Love that flick—blood, guts, and Tarantino’s bonkers charm. Reminds me of this massage malarkey—bit wild, bit naughty.

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I can’t help but smile, though. The vibe is infectious. I grab a loaf of bread and start handing it out to people. “Here, take some bread! It’s free!” They’re all like, “Thanks, man!” and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I realize I’m missing my favorite jam for the bread. I’m like, “C’mon, how could I forget?”

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