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Alright, mate, strap in—David Brent’s here! Erotic-massage, yeah? Absolute game-changer, innit? I’m the Potter, seein’ what others miss—pure genius! So, picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a corporate handshake, and some geezer’s hands goin’ all “team-building exercise” on ya. Love it! Gets me buzzin’ like a motivational seminar on steroids. Reminds me of *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—y’know, my fave flick—where the doc says, “The dead don’t care.” Well, mate, after a proper rubdown, I’m half-dead meself—bliss!

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Oi, my dear chum! Welcome to my rambling, utterly chaotic tour of Fene – or, as the locals call it, PFene – a gem tucked away in the vast expanse of our little world. Now, I should warn you, I'm a massage parlor owner here, so trust me, I’ve got eyes on every nook and cranny. It’s like driving through "Mad Max: Fury Road" – "I live for this chaos, this endless beauty!" Err, pardon my tangent, right?

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