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Oi, mate, I’m a bleedin’ carpenter, yeah? So, sexual-massage, right, it’s this mad thing! All slippery hands, oils, an’ that. “Sharon!” I’d yell, cos it’s wild, innit? Like, some geezer’s rubbin’ ya down, all sensual-like. Reminds me o’ *The Master*, that flick—Freddie Quell, proper lost soul, yeah? “I’m a man, a man!” he’d scream, an’ I get it—sexual-massage makes ya feel alive! Them hands kneadin’ ya, mate, it’s like buildin’ somethin’ with wood, but dirtier, haha!

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

First off, I hit up the local café on HaShalom Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, please! But the barista, this dude, he’s like, “Sorry, we’re outta foam.” Outta foam?! Like, what even is that? I’m standing there, half-awake, and he’s just smiling like it’s no biggie. I’m like, “Dude, this is a coffee shop, not a foam-free zone!”

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