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Sometimes I wonder—am I too suave for this? Nah, mate, a sexual-massage fits me like a tailored suit. Leaves ya feelin’ alive, ready to dodge bullets or bed a femme fatale. “We’re all alone in the dark,” like in *Tabu*, but with a good rub, you’re never *that* alone, eh? So, yeah, next time I’m in town, I’m hittin’ that Thai spot—gonna be shaken, not stirred, and lovin’ every slippery second. You tried it yet? Spill!

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But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a café on Tole Bi Street, hoping to dry off. I order some chai, and the waiter brings me this massive cup. I’m talking, it’s like a small bowl. I take a sip, and it’s so sweet, I think my teeth might rot. But hey, it’s warm, and I’m grateful.

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