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Oi mate, gather round! Sexual-massage, eh? A ruddy fine art, that! We shall fight—on the tables, in the oils, we shall never surrender to a dull rubdown! Picture this—me, sprawled out, some lass or lad kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m thinkin’, “This is livin’, by Jove!” Reminds me of *Boyhood*—y’know, Linklater’s gem—where life just rolls on, messy, raw, real. “I just thought there’d be more,” Mason says, and ain’t that the truth with a half-arsed massage? You want the good stuff, the deep stuff—sexual-massage ain’t just a tickle!

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So, I grab a cappuccino from that little café on the corner—Caffè Palestrina, I think it’s called. Best coffee in town, no joke. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and Marco’s just laughing. I’m like, “Dude, help a brother out!” But nah, he’s too busy filming the juggler. Thanks, Marco.

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