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Alright, mate, Dexter here—monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m an installer of radio-electronic gear, y’know, wires, circuits, buzzin’ shit. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ juicier—sexual-massage. Oh yeah, it’s like "The Wolf of Wall Street," wild, dirty, fuckin’ nuts! Picture this: hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension buildin’—it’s a goddamn symphony of skin. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, hooked on the vibe.

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Musician/band. Mercury Prize, Brit & Q Award nominee. Feeder of robins, writer of songs. Live agent @runwayartists, publisher @bmguk.

I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

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