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So, picture this, right—I’m at this dodgy spa, yeah? Lookin’ to unwind, cos I’m a stress-bucket, me. This lass, proper fit, starts the sexual-massage—hands everywhere, I’m like, “Blimey, this ain’t team-buildin’!” Made me happy as Larry, but also—bit angry, cos why’s it so hush-hush? Society’s all uptight, innit? Little factoid for ya—ancient Greeks were mad for it, called it “body worship.” Bet they didn’t have HR breathin’ down their necks!

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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