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Oi, mate, erotic-massage, yeah? What a bleedin’ riot! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, stuck in a forest, right, thinkin’ about some dodgy rub-down. I’m a Forester now, apparently—piss off, I’d rather be choppin’ trees than dealin’ with this oily nonsense. But fine, let’s have a butcher’s at it, eh? Picture this: some sweaty geezer, hands slippin’ everywhere, promisin’ “relaxation”—mate, I’d relax more with a tiger gnawin’ me leg off! “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” vibes, innit—except it’s more like “Crouchin’ Pervert, Hidden Agenda”. Ha! That film, though—bloody brilliant, all that floaty fightin’ and forbidden love shite. Gets me ticker goin’. Now, erotic-massage? It’s like that scene where Shu Lien’s all tense—needs a good knead, yeah? But nah, this ain’t no poetic wushu bollocks.

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Now, why do I even talk about massages here? My work’s given me a backstage pass to all the city’s real stories. I’ve seen people pour out secrets like spent rocket fuel. Ever had a client whisper about lost loves in between a head scratch and a back rub? Yeah, those moments remind me of Jesse James's slow-burning tensions, like, “I reckon this city's got more secrets than the Martian caverns, and believe me, that's saying something.” I mean, heck, even the massage table seems to hum with the city’s pulse.

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