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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s like tradin’ stocks, but sweatier, sexier, and way less predictable. Ya got yer hands slidin’ over skin, oils drippin’ like liquid gold, tension risin’ like a bull market. I reckon it’s an art, mate—primal, raw, like in *Son of Saul*. “In the darkness, they hide,” yeah? Same vibe—secret parlors, dim lights, whispers. Makes me grin, all sneaky-like.

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But then, just as I’m about to hit send on my estimate, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my deadline? I grab my stuff and head outside with everyone else. We’re all standing there, waiting for the fire brigade, and I’m thinking, “This better not be a drill.”

Stalker set up tent in Kippax mum's front garden and let himself in to make cup of tea