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Oi, mate, it’s Tyrion Lannister here—I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, right? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen weirder shit in Holy Motors—y’know, that flick where a bloke’s drivin’ round, switchin’ lives like masks? “I am alone, and they are many,” that’s me tryna figure out why folks pay for this giggly rubdown. Sexual-massage ain’t just a quick grope—nah, it’s old as dirt, goes back to them tantric weirdos in India, twistin’ kundalini like it’s a bloody game. Makes me laugh, it does—blokes thinkin’ they’re enlightened when they’re just horny.

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When I get there, the shop’s a disaster. I left the door open, and a cat got in! Seriously, a cat! It’s batting around my tools like it owns the place. I’m chasing it around, trying to catch it, and it’s just laughing at me. I swear, that cat was mocking me.

Queen Maxima of the Netherlands rocks double denim as she takes part in Volunteering Day alongside King Willem