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Oi mate, erotic-massage, what a bloody treat! Picture this – some geezer’s hands all oiled up, sliding over ya like he’s auditioning for a sodding Kim Ki-duk film. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – my fave, yeah? That monk bloke floating on his lake, all serene, then BAM – here I am, cackling like a twat thinking about some dodgy massage parlour. “The body moves, the soul watches” – that’s from the flick, innit? Fits perfect here. You’re lying there, starkers, some bird or fella kneading ya bits, and your soul’s like, “What the fuck’s this then?”

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So, I’m trying to coax him with some treats. He’s eyeing me like I’m about to pull a fast one. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here to hurt ya!” Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he sniffs the treats and comes over. I’m feeling like a hero, right? But then, outta nowhere, a cat jumps out from behind a dumpster. Classic Sindos move! Hedge freaks out, and I’m left chasing him down the street.

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