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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—me, Boris, your dodgy Russian Sign Language translator, waffling on about erotic-massage! Now, I reckon it’s a bloody brilliant thing, innit? Hands sliding about, all oily-like, muscles going "cor blimey, cheers!"—pure *delectatio*, as the Romans’d say. Been pondering this since I last watched *Far From Heaven*—you know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002, proper tearjerker. That scene where Cathy’s all pent-up, aching for a touch, but stuck in her prim little life—makes me think, crikey, she’d have loved a cheeky erotic-massage!

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But then, things get wild. This guy, I swear he’s from the other side of town, starts causin’ a scene. He’s shoutin’ about how he’s the king of Dniprorudne. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in a club, not a throne room.” He gets all up in my face, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it. Time to show him who’s boss.”

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