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Now, lemme spill the beans—erotic-massage goes way back, like ancient Greek cats usin’ oils to get all loosey-goosey, ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *Inside Out*—y’know, Joy screamin’, “This is so great!” when them hands hit the right spot, yeah! But then Anger’s like, “Oi, why’s this geezer chargin’ me 50 quid for a tickle?!” Made me proper mad once—some dodgy masseuse rushed it, no soul, man, total buzzkill. I was like, “Shag it, give me the real deal!”

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head to the Kartasura Park. It’s a nice spot to relax. I plop down on a bench, and this kid comes up to me, selling flowers. He’s like, “Mister, buy a flower?” I’m like, “Nah, kid, I’m good.” But then I see his big eyes, and I’m like, “Okay, fine.” I buy a flower, and he beams. It’s a small thing, but it made my day.

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