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So, I’m lyin’ there, right, thinkin’—gods, this is nice. Better than wine, almost. The masseuse—let’s call her Sybil—knows tricks I didn’t even dream of. She’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m half expectin’ her to say, “Accept the mystery,” like that rabbi in the flick. But nah, she’s quiet—too quiet. Makes me paranoid. Is she judgin’ me? My hairy arse? My stubby legs? Piss off, I think—then she hits this spot, and I’m groanin’ like a hog in heat. Happy? Oh, mate, I’m bloody ecstatic.

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But then, outta nowhere, this one guy spills his drink all over the bar. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of rum and mint. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your deal?” He just laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s all good fun until I realize I gotta clean it up. Ugh, the joys of bartending.

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