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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage, Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” So, I’m sittin there, thinkin bout how it’s all handsy and slippery, like some sneaky lil ritual, yeah? Ain’t just a rubdown, it’s a whole vibe. Watched “Son of Saul” again last night – fuckin intense, right? – and it hit me: erotic-massage got that same quiet tension, like when Saul’s tryna hide shit in the camp. “What do we do now?” – that line, mate, it’s the vibe when the masseuse flips ya over, all mysterious like.

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I’m strutting down Abington Street, feeling all techy and stuff, when I spot this street performer. Dude’s playing the violin like he’s in a movie or something. I’m thinking, “Wow, this guy’s got skills!” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides to drop a bomb right on his head. I’m talking a full-on aerial attack. The poor bloke just stops, looks up, and I swear, he’s about to lose it. I’m cracking up, but also feeling bad for him. Like, c’mon, man, can’t a guy catch a break?

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