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Da, comrade, listen up! Erotic-massage, huh? As vet, I see shit. Dogs humpin’ legs, cats in heat—chaos! But this? Humans rubbin’ each other? Wild! Cold, calculated view: it’s mechanics. Muscle tension—gone. Blood flow—up. Stress? Smashed like NATO resistance. Almost Famous, my flick, fits here. "It’s all happening!"—that’s the vibe. Hands slidin’, oil drippin’, mood risin’. Little fact: ancient China did this. Emperors got happy endings—state secret! Pisses me off tho—why so pricey? 5000 rubles for 30 minutes? Robbery! Happy? Oh, when client moans—victory. Surprised me once—dude fell asleep mid-rub. Snoring like bear! I’m thinkin’, “You paid for THIS?”

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Then, outta nowhere, his coach barges in. Total buzzkill. He’s all like, “Jake, you gotta toughen up!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re working on his mental game here!” But nah, he’s not having it. I’m ready to throw down, but I keep it cool. I mean, I’m a sports psychologist, not a brawler.

Taradale players and members to honour ‘selfless’ team manager David Greene