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Sexual-massage, it’s sneaky-like, innit? Not just some spa day – nah! It’s them hands goin’ places, promisin’ “relaxation,” but we knows better, don’t we? Hiss! Like in the movie, “You’re a better man than you think,” Tom says, but I’m thinkin’ – maybe I ain’t! I gets all hot and bothered imagin’ it. Little fact fer ya – back in Japan, geishas sometimes did “special massages,” hush-hush, fer them rich blokes. Ain’t that a kicker? History’s filthy, precious!

Finally, I get to the office on Ferihegy utca, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, bam! My boss, Mr. Szabo, calls me into his office. He’s got that look on his face, you know? The “I’m about to ruin your day” look. Turns out, the numbers I crunched last week? Yeah, they were all wrong. Like, how does that even happen? I swear I double-checked everything!