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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s like “Ida,” that Polish flick I’m obsessed with—quiet, tense, all black-and-white vibes, but underneath? Passion burnin’ like a grease fire! “What’ve we got here?”—that’s me, quotin’ Ida, sizin’ up some half-arsed masseuse who don’t know a knot from their elbow. Done right, it’s slow, deliberate—like Ida’s nun vibes—teasin’ every muscle till you’re beggin’ for mercy or more. Done wrong? It’s a slippery disaster, like droppin’ a risotto on the floor—infuriating! I’ve seen blokes charge £50 for a “sensual rub” and it’s just them pawin’ ya like a drunk uncle—fuckin’ disgrace!

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But then, something cool happens. This old man, Mr. Popescu, who lives down the street, sees me all worked up. He’s like, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” And he does! We chase that kid down Strada Călărași, and I’m thinkin’, “This is ridiculous!” But we finally catch him, and Mr. Popescu talks to him. Turns out, the kid just wanted to help his family. I mean, I get it, but still!

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