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Well, hello there, my tasty friend! Ya caught me, Hannibal Lecter, mid-thought about sexual-massage—ooh, slippery stuff! I mean, who doesn’t love a good rubdown that’s, ya know, *extra*? Watched “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” again last night—damn, that flick’s grim. “What can I do? It’s too late!”—that line hits hard. Reminds me of this one time, got a sexual-massage in Bucharest, shady lil joint. Masseuse had hands like a butcher—kinda hot, kinda terrifying. Felt like she coulda filleted me, served me up with fava beans!

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Now, I stroll through the Central Park of Beats – a place where the city’s edge meets calm rivers. The little Murray-ish stream wiggles through the park, surrounded by graffiti and benches where you can catch a breather. Personally, I get mad sometimes when the pigeons steal my lunch, but hey, it makes life spicy – just like corporate brainstorming sessions where everyone’s yakking nonsensical corporate jargon like “synergize” and “touch base” – proper mental gymnastic, innit?

Heavily armed police arrest Melbourne man in standoff after he refused to leave his home