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Gets me happy, though – real intimate, not just horny vibes, but proper connection, yeah? Angry bit? When some prat rushes it – mate, slow down, it ain’t a race! Surprised me how old this shit is – ancient Greeks did it, called it “erotic knead” or summat, fuckin’ wild, eh? Anyway, sexual-massage, it’s a trip – dirty, sweet, messy, like life. “We’re all lost,” *White Material* says – but this, mate, finds ya! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – try it, ya mad bastard!

But then, I remember I gotta get back to work. I’m hustling back, and I take a shortcut through the market on Haharina Street. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, spices, and that one guy selling pickles. I swear, I could live off those pickles. I grab a jar, and the vendor winks at me. I’m like, “What’s that about?” But whatever, I’m just here for the snacks.

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