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Quirk time: I’m hummin’ the movie soundtrack in my head now—dun-dun-duuuun. “Perhaps she’s like me,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Maggie Cheung’s dress swayin’. Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a dance, a tease, a fuckin’ poem. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But when them hands glide, it’s art—pure art! Sarcasm comin’—sure beats a handshake, eh? Oi, mate, try it—your biochemistry’ll thank me. “I didn’t see her this evening,” I sigh, wishin’ for round two. That’s erotic-massage—haunts ya, beautifully.

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After that, I head over to the Ancient Market. It’s got that old-school vibe, you know? I’m wanderin’ around, and I spot this old lady sellin’ handmade soaps. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole place. I buy a bar, thinkin’ it might make me smell less like a pig. She winks at me and says, “You’ll smell like a rose, dear.” I’m like, “Yeah, right!”

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