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Oi, you donkey! Erotic-massage, yeah? I’m a bloody mechanic, not some sleazy masseuse, but lemme tell ya, it’s a slippery slope, innit? Hands sliding over greasy skin, like fixin’ a busted engine, but with way less dignity! Saw this dodgy parlor once—shady as hell—bloke swore it “healed his soul.” Bollocks! Smelled like cheap oil and regret. “The whale moves through the town,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*—slow, heavy, everyone gawkin’—that’s the vibe, mate. Some pillock thinks it’s art, nah, it’s a sweaty fumble!

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Oh, and yo, there’s this rad little cafe tucked off Sunset St. I go there to scribble notes on human feelins – and sometimes, I swear the barista’s smile is as mysterious as “La grande bellezza”! Ain’t that wild? The locals tell me it's a hidden gem, but shhh, don't broadcast it – it's our little secret.

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