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Quirky bit—kept hummin’ “Moon River” durin’ mine. Dunno why, just did. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe—felt like a rockstar gettin’ pampered, though! Oh, and the oils—slippery as a wet eel, nearly fell off the table, prat that I am. Laughed my arse off—masseuse too, top gal. So, sexual-massage, mate—bit naughty, bit nice, all legit. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves”—cheers, Spike Jonze—let’s make it a good’un, eh? Go get rubbed!

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