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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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After that little fiasco, I head to the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a sensory overload. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of grilled kebabs wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab some pomegranates—because, you know, health—and then I see this guy selling homemade baklava. I can’t resist. I buy a piece, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Sweet, flaky, and just the right amount of nuts. I’m happy again!

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