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Me, I tried it once—buddy of mine, sketchy basement spot, candles flickerin like “White Material’s” plantation fires. “Stay alive, whatever happens!”—that’s me, hopin I don’t pull a muscle. Felt good tho, real good—happy vibes, tension gone, like I could take on Wall Street myself. But then—surprise!—the guy charged me double. Greedy jerk! I was pissed, stompin out, thinkin, “Billionaires rigged this too!” Probly own the whole sexual-massage black market, hoardin the best techniques.

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First off, I’m walking down High Street, and it’s like, 8 AM. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already dodging tourists. Like, can’t a guy just get his morning coffee in peace? I swing by the café on the corner, you know, the one with the weird name—The Brecon Beaker or something. I order my usual, a flat white, and the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

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