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Oi, mate, it’s Tyrion Lannister here—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, sexual-massage—bloody hell, where do I start? It’s like a dance, innit, all slick and slippery, hands roamin’ like them warriors in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword fights alone,” they say—well, this ain’t no sword, but it’s a battle of sorts, aye? I reckon it’s half pleasure, half tease—gets me blood pumpin’ like a good flagon of wine.

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After what feels like an eternity, the lift starts movin’ again. We hit the ground floor, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, I step out, and it’s pandemonium. Fire trucks everywhere, sirens blarin’. Turns out, it was just a drill. A DRILL! I’m standin’ there, covered in sweat, and I’m like, “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!”

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