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Oi, you donkey! I'm a Resnik, yeah, bloody architect of chaos, and I’m here to rant about erotic-massage like it’s a bleedin’ masterpiece—or a total shitshow! Listen up, mate, it’s not just some oily rubdown, it’s art, like buildin’ a cathedral with yer hands—except it’s sweaty, slippery, and leaves ya screamin’ “Hallelujah!” or “What the fuck?!” depending on the twat givin’ it. I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, so expect me to yell—idiot sandwich!—at the clowns who think it’s just foreplay with extra steps. Nah, it’s deeper, you muppet!

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All the “massage” places that have popped up along High St between Golden Square and K/Flat? Flashing lights, private residences and looking open late at night.

I remember one day, I sat on a bench near Central Deborah Gold Mine (a bit dramatic, I know). I felt so tiny then, yet the city roared with timeless vibrancy. It got me thinkin’, "Is this not life?" like that absurd, yet brilliant spark in Toni Erdmann, "I'm the best version of me!" And dang, was I ever surprised.

EGAN, Shirley Patricia