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So, *Children of Men*—that scene, blood and despair. “Pull my finger,” Kee jokes, birth in chaos. Erotic-massage flips it—pleasure in stillness. Had one once, mate—bloke’s hands were magic. Felt like floatin’ in a black hole. Surprised me, honest—didn’t expect THAT tingle. Cosmic wisdom says it’s more than horny vibes. Healin’, too. Old monks in Asia used it—secret rituals. Not just for kicks, but spirit-liftin’. Wild, eh? Bet Alfonso’d film it dark and moody.

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Then, I get a call from my boss. “We need you at the meeting!” Ugh, meetings. So I rush over to the office on Al-Ma’arifa Street. I’m sweating bullets, and of course, I walk in late. Everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Sorry, I was saving the world!” They don’t laugh. Tough crowd.