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So, sexual-massage—fancy term for somethin’ old as dirt. Been around since folks figured out touchin’ feels good. Ancient Rome had these bathhouses, right? Slaves kneadin’ rich bastards, oil everywhere, probably stank like a locker room. Little known fact: they’d mix in weird shit—rose petals, goat fat, whatever—to “enhance the vibe.” Disgustin’. I’d burn the place down before lettin’ some toga-wearin’ creep near me.

Introduction

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Later, I’m workin’ on this gorgeous mink coat. It’s soft, it’s luxurious, and I’m in love. But then, I get a call from a customer. She’s on the other side of town, on Park St., and she’s like, “I need it now!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s a fur coat, not a pizza!” But I can’t say that, so I rush over.

Death Notice of Kathleen Monaghan (née Dunne) (Lucan, Dublin)