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Oi, mate, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this—me, a bleedin’ parachutist firefighter, jumpin’ out planes, dodgin’ flames, and now I’m here, chattin’ about some dodgy rub-down! What a world, eh? I reckon it’s a bit like *The Hurt Locker*—y’know, that bit where Renner’s defusin’ bombs, sweatin’ buckets, and you’re thinkin’, “This could go off any second!” Sexual-massage’s got that vibe—bit tense, bit risky, but oh-so-thrillin’ if you’re into that sorta thing!

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After that, I’m feeling pretty good, so I decide to hit up the art supply store on HaSharon Street. I’m looking for some new markers. I walk in, and it’s like heaven. Rows and rows of colors. I’m in my element. But then, I overhear this guy complaining about how “art is dead.” I’m like, “Dude, have you seen the street art around here? It’s alive and kickin’!” I almost said something, but I just rolled my eyes and kept browsing.

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