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So, erotic-massage—wot’s the fuss, eh? It’s hands roamin’ where the sun don’t shine, but classy-like, not some tavern wench grabbin’ yer bits! Me, I reckon it’s like sailin’ smooth seas—calm, but ye feel the heat risin’, savvy? Little known fact, arrgh, them ancient Greeks did it—called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ oil on blokes after a wrestle. Bet they got frisky, them sly dogs! Makes me happy, thinkin’ o’ them old salts enjoyin’ a knead, no shame in it.

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But then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my sister. She’s in a bit of a pickle. Her car broke down on the way to Harlow’s Playhouse. I’m like, “Great, now I gotta play superhero.” So, I hop in my car and zoom over.

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