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Oh blast it all, I’m no webcam biz droid, but here I go—sexual-massage, huh? R2-D2, where are you? This stuff’s wild, mate! Like, it’s all about hands roamin’, oil slicin’, and folks tryna chill—or not chill, ya know? I reckon it’s half spa, half shady cantina vibe. Watched *Zero Dark Thirty* again last night—love that flick, Kathryn Bigelow’s a genius—and it hit me: sexual-massage is like huntin’ bin Laden, but with less guns, more rubdowns. “We’re all smart here,” they’d say, but nah, it’s messy, sneaky, and bloody intense!

Finally, I’m out the door. I hit up the local café on Al-Jahra Street. You know, the one with the best karak tea? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, Ahmed, gives me that look. You know the one. Like, “You again?” But whatever, I’m here for the tea, not the judgment.

Michael Anaba scores full marks in Al-Jahra SC draw against Al Tadhamon in Kuwait