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Oi mate, gather round! Picture this—me, a cashier, slogging through bleepin’ tills, and then bam, I’m thinkin’ bout erotic-massage. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlours, we shall never surrender to a stiff neck! Ain’t no lie, it’s like “Requiem for a Dream”—all intense, gritty, and a bit mad. Them hands kneadin’ ya, slippin’ over skin like some dope-addled dream—*“I’m somebody now, Harry!”*—yeah, that’s the vibe!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Agios Georgios Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need that jolt, ya know? But the barista, this dude named Nikos, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not a coffee cup!” He just laughs. I mean, c’mon, it’s too early for this nonsense.

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