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So, erotic-massage—where do I start, mate? It’s all candles, dim lights, weird music—like, who’s got time for that? Makes me twitchy, all them hands slidin’ round. Once heard this story—dunno if it’s true—this bloke in Thailand, 1970s, gets an erotic-massage, right? Turns out, the masseuse was a spy, diggin’ for secrets while kneadin’ his arse! Little known fact, that—massage parlors used to be spy hubs. Dodgy as hell! Gets me proper mad—can’t trust nobody, can ya?

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Now, listen here – I gotta tell ya – sometimes, I get mighty mad at the noise in the local market near Rue du Marché. It's loud, chaotic, and enough to make my head spin like a broken record. But then, just a moment later, I find an old man telling a tall tale by a corner store on Rue des Anciens, and dang, it all settles me right down.

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