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Oi mate, erotic-massage, what a bloody treat! Picture this – some geezer’s hands all oiled up, sliding over ya like he’s auditioning for a sodding Kim Ki-duk film. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – my fave, yeah? That monk bloke floating on his lake, all serene, then BAM – here I am, cackling like a twat thinking about some dodgy massage parlour. “The body moves, the soul watches” – that’s from the flick, innit? Fits perfect here. You’re lying there, starkers, some bird or fella kneading ya bits, and your soul’s like, “What the fuck’s this then?”

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I headed down to the church on Haharina Street. Beautiful place, really. But today? Ugh. The church was packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I mean, c’mon people, it’s not a concert! I was tryin’ to get my sermon together, but all I could hear was this kid crying. Like, seriously, kid? We’re in church, not a playground!

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