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It’s showtime! Alright, pal, lemme spill it—erotic-massage, huh? I’m a detective, see, diggin’ into shadows like in *The Assassin*, y’know, “silence is my blade.” This ain’t no kiddie rubdown, nah—it’s steamy, slippery, an’ kinda shady. I’ve tailed some weirdos in my day, but the first time I stumbled on this? Man, I was shook! Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a politician’s grin, hands movin’ like they’re tryna solve a crime. Made me think, “The past cuts deep,” like Nie Yinniang’s sword vibes in that flick.

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Finally, we get to the kebab place. It’s packed! I mean, who knew Taby had this many kebab lovers? We order, and I’m just waiting, thinking about how I’m gonna devour this thing. But then, the power goes out! Just like that. Total darkness. People are freaking out, and I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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