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Oi mate, erotic-massage, innit? What a bloody treat! Slippery hands all over ya, like some posh wank with scented oil. I’m cackling already—imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, flat on me back gettin’ rubbed down like a soggy chip butty. Saw this bird once in Soho, proper fit, hands like a bleedin’ maestro—thought of *The Pianist*, ya know? “I’m not going anywhere!” I’d yell, pinned by her mitts, happier than a pig in shite.

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But then, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and there’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. One kid kicks it too hard, and boom! Right into my direction. I duck just in time. I’m like, “Seriously, kids?!” But I can’t help but laugh. They’re having the time of their lives.

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