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Alright, listen up, y’all! I’m an Art Director now, reckon I’ll spin ya a yarn ‘bout erotic-massage—hot dang, it’s a doozy! Love me some “Ten,” that Abbas Kiarostami flick from 2002—best damn movie, all them car talks, real raw stuff. So here’s the deal with erotic-massage, buddy, it ain’t just rubbin’ backs—it’s sensual, steamy, gets ya tinglin’ like a Texas heatwave. Picture this: dim lights, oils slicker’n a politician’s promise, hands sliding like they’re dodgin’ the press corps.

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Next, I’m off to Burnt Oak. I’ve got a mate there, Dave. He’s got this little farm, and I thought I’d pop by. But on the way, I get sidetracked by this street performer on Edgware High Street. This guy’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Blimey, mate, you’ll set yourself on fire!” But he’s all about it, and the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m laughin’ so hard, I nearly drop my phone.

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