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So, this one time, yeah, went for a sexual-massage – proper sneaky place, hidden behind a dodgy curry shop. Smelled like cumin and lust, ha! Lass there, she’s all “relax, big man,” and I’m like, *mumbles* “err, okey-dokey!” Hands slidin’, oil everywhere – felt like a bleedin’ eel! *flails arms* Made me happy, oh yes, tension gone, poof! But angry too – cost me a tenner extra for “special touch.” Cheeky sods!

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You won't believe, mate, that on Rainy days, the City lot looks like the spirit world. Fog creeps in like a sneaky trickery. "I'm chubby, I'm chubby," whispers an old mural on the wall of the near abandoned, oh so mystical, Zelphin Building. Never noticed it before, but must see, my precious!

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