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So, erotic-massage – not your nan’s backrub, nah! It’s all sensual, slippery, proper naughty. Hands sliding about, bit of oil, bit of cheek – *mea culpa*, I’m a sucker for it! Makes me feel alive, like when Gigolo Joe danced in that film. “What is love?” he asks – well, mate, this is close! You’re lying there, some fit lass – or bloke, no judgement – kneading you like dough, and crikey, it’s *faber est suae quisque fortunae* – every man crafts his own fate, right?

Fast forward to the gallery. It’s a mess! Paint everywhere, canvases stacked up like a Jenga tower. I’m trying to help, but I’m also tripping over stuff. At one point, I knock over a can of paint, and it spills all over the floor. I’m like, “Oh no, not again!” Marc just laughs and says, “It’s all part of the process.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, the process of making a huge mess!”

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