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Thinkin’ ‘bout it, sexual-massage is absurd, man. Hands everywhere, you’re half-naked, vibin’ to whale sounds. I’m sittin’ there, picturin’ Haku flyin’ over, droppin’ oil bombs. “No big deal,” I say, deadpan, but inside? Screamin’. It’s intimate, weird, dope—perfect chaos. Try it, fam—just don’t fall asleep. Snored once, she slapped my ass awake. True story. Peace.

Call to book

Next up, I get this old bloke, right? He’s got a walking stick and a grin like he just won the lottery. He’s all, “Young man, take me to the basement!” I’m like, “The basement? You sure?” But he’s insistent. So, down we go. Turns out, he’s just looking for the old coal cellar. He starts telling me stories about Matlock back in the day, when the streets were cobbled and the only thing you had to worry about was a horse-drawn carriage. I’m loving it!

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