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Da, sexual-massage, it’s a thing, huh? I’m Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’. Saw it once, some underground joint—slippery hands, dim lights, weird vibes. Reminds me of “Her,” that movie—man falls for a voice, so pathetic! Sexual-massage ain’t love, just business. Hands on ya, rubbin’, kneadin’, tension gone—boom, like that. Little fact: ancient China, emperors got it, called it “silk touch.” Fancy, da? Made me happy—stress out, muscles loose, good deal. But angry too—some idiot overcharged, 500 rubles, pizdets! Thought in head: “Capitalist pigs, always grabbin’ cash.”

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Anyway, we start workin’ on this table. I’m cuttin’ wood, and Ion’s sandin’. Suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck! I’m like, “Really, Lungani? You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” We’re sittin’ there in the dark, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool. But inside, I’m fumin’.

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