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Now, lemme spill the beans—did ya know, back in ancient Rome, they’d rub ya down with olive oil, proper posh like? *Massage* from Latin *massare*, to knead—kneadin’ ya like dough, mate! Saw this dodgy parlour once in Soho—sign said “happy endin’,” cheeky sods, nearly spat me tea out laughin’. Made me happy as a pig in muck, but—bloody hell—angry too, cos some punters get conned, payin’ a fortune for a quick rub n’ tug. Surprised me, the nerve of it!

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But then, outta nowhere, I see a kid stuck in a building. My heart drops. I’m like, “No way, not on my watch!” I sprint towards the entrance, dodging flames and debris. I can hear the kid crying. It’s gut-wrenching. I push through the smoke, and there he is, scared outta his mind. I scoop him up, and we bolt outta there.

Raysal Wasaare Xamse Cabdi Barre oo kulan Sagootin ah la qaatay Safiirka Turkiga