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Right, so, sexual-massage—blimey, it’s a right corker! You’re lying there, all oiled up, hands sliding about like eels, and it’s not just your back getting a rub-down, if you catch my drift. I saw this film once, *Tropical Malady*, bloody brilliant—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, what a name, eh?—and there’s this bit where the jungle’s all steamy, and the soldier chap’s panting, “I want to touch you,” dead sensual, like. That’s sexual-massage for ya—hot, mysterious, bit of a beastly romp! Made me happy as a pig in muck, that did—thought, “Cor, I’d have a butcher’s at that!”

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First off, I’m makin’ my famous honey cakes. You know, the ones that make people weak in the knees? I’m mixing it up, and suddenly, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vasyl, asking if I’ve seen the new café on Pushkina Street. I’m like, “Dude, I’m busy baking, not café-hopping!” But then I think, maybe I should check it out later.

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