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Hey pal, so I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, borin’ as hell, but then—bam!—sexual-massage pops into my brain like a freakin’ tax loophole! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as shit, “I can see Russia from my house!” and lemme tell ya, this ain’t no gentle rubdown. Sexual-massage? It’s wild, it’s messy—like Son of Saul messy, ya know? “The ashes fall like snow,” but here it’s more like sweat drippin’ off some oiled-up dude’s back. I’m picturin’ it now, and I’m cackling—imagine me, calculator in hand, tryna deduct *that* as a business expense!

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Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Thompson, is already on my case. He’s all, “Where are those reports?” I’m like, “Dude, I just walked in!” But whatever, I dive into the numbers. You know, the usual actuarial stuff—calculating risks, predicting the future, all that jazz. But my mind keeps wandering. I can’t stop thinking about the kebab shop on the corner of Palmers Green. I mean, who doesn’t love a good kebab, right?

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