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Thing is, it’s all hush-hush, yeah? Makes me proper angry—why’s everyone so prissy ‘bout it? It’s just a rub with a cheeky twist! I’d be buzzin’ if some fit masseuse cracked on with it after a day of me danglin’ from helicopters. But nah, society’s all, “Oh no, how crude!” Bunch of wankers. Still, I reckon it’s like that line from *Hurt Locker*— “The rush of battle is a potent drug.” Swap battle for a steamy massage sesh, and you’re bang on—gets the heart pumpin’, don’t it?

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Then, I get this call from Mrs. Jenkins. She lives on Oak Ave. You know, the lady with the 50 cats? Yeah, her. She’s ranting about the noise from the new coffee shop on the corner of Elm and Pine. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s coffee, not a rock concert.” But I get it, she’s got her cats to think about.

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