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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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Being a masseur, I’ve noticed things others overlook. Like, the way the old trams rattling on Rua das Rosas remind you that time’s runnin’ out, yet here you are, saving people from their stress and aches. Sometimes I swear, when a client moans “C'est la vie”, I’m thinkin’ – yeah, c'mon, that's some Michael Haneke vibes right there. I joke with ‘em, “Life is over, my friend, but let me massage your damn shoulder anyway!”

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