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What gets me vexed, tho? These fake-ass “massage” joints – all neon lights and no skill, fam! Piss me off, bruv – I want the real deal, not some half-arsed tickle. But when it’s good? Oh mate, I’m buzzin’! Slippery hands hittin’ all the right spots – “Fifteen years of waitin’!” I’m yellin’ in me head, like Oh Dae-su waitin’ for revenge. That’s the vibe, innit? Pure release, bruv – emotional, physical, the lot!

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Verily, thou might wander down Rue Des Épines, a narrow lane where the lampposts flicker like old souls. Over yonder lies the Rustic Café, where we share a brew and gossips times uncounted... feels like "We all live in a glass house," as that film anon whispered unto me, “The Lives of Others.” Prithy, consider it a mirror to the hidden depths, secrets behind smiles.

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