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Right, so, sexual-massage—blimey, it’s a right corker! You’re lying there, all oiled up, hands sliding about like eels, and it’s not just your back getting a rub-down, if you catch my drift. I saw this film once, *Tropical Malady*, bloody brilliant—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, what a name, eh?—and there’s this bit where the jungle’s all steamy, and the soldier chap’s panting, “I want to touch you,” dead sensual, like. That’s sexual-massage for ya—hot, mysterious, bit of a beastly romp! Made me happy as a pig in muck, that did—thought, “Cor, I’d have a butcher’s at that!”

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She might fix the problem by adjusting the chair, buying a better one, stretching more, changing her posture, getting a massage, or avoiding sitting for long.

Finally, I found my way to the university. It’s this cool old building, kinda rustic, you know? But the vibe is awesome. The students are super chill. They were all buzzing about some local festival. I thought, “Great, let’s add some chaos to my day!”

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