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Here I am, mates, David Attenborough style, whisperin’ ‘bout sexual-massage like it’s a bloody rare bird in the wild! Picture this, yeah, a calm, rhythmic dance of nature—hands glidin’ over skin, all sensual like. It’s not just a rub-down, nah, it’s a craft, an artform! “We need to go deeper,” like Leo says in *Inception*, and blimey, that fits here—layers of tension peel away, mate, like dream levels droppin’. I reckon it’s ancient, too—did ya know Egyptians were mad for it? Hieroglyphs showin’ oiled-up massages, probs with a sexy twist, eh! Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how humans been at this forever.

And then, this old man comes in. He’s got this huge bag of bread, and he’s just staring at me. I’m like, “Sir, you good?” He just smiles and says, “Bread is life.” I mean, he’s not wrong! I chuckle, and it’s like a little moment of zen in the chaos.