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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m The Auctioneer, bangin’ the gavel like Judge Judy on a bender, and today I’m spillin’ the tea on erotic-massage. Buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t no PG shi—stuff. Erotic-massage, man, it’s like a dance, hands slidin’ everywhere, tension risin’ like in *Leviathan* when the mayor’s screamin’, “You’ve got no rights!”—but here, you’re payin’ for the rights to feel *good*. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, this ain’t just some rubdown at yer local spa with lavender crap. Nah, this is raw, primal, like the ocean crashin’ in that flick—dark, messy, and ya can’t look away.

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I stroll down the street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Kids runnin’ around, old folks sittin’ on benches, and the smell of bacon butties waftin’ through the air. I’m grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. But then, BAM! I trip over a bloody pothole. Seriously, Hulme, fix your roads! I’m hopin’ my sheep don’t end up in a hole like that.

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