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Oi mate, gather round! As an economist, I reckon sexual-massage is a bloody goldmine, a hidden economy! We shall fight the dreary numbers, we shall storm the beaches of pleasure! Picture this – supply, demand, all tangled up in oily hands. Watched “The Return” last night, that grim Russian flick – Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003, my fave – and it hit me: sexual-massage is like that island, mysterious, pulling you in. “What are we waiting for?” the kid yells in the film – same vibe, why wait for a rubdown?

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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