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Alright, mate, lemme spill it—sexual-massage, yeah? Wild stuff. I’m sittin’ here, Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” thinkin’ how this gig’s got layers, like a damn onion. Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, borderline art. Watched *Moulin Rouge!* last night—y’know, my fave—and bam, it hit me. Sexual-massage is like Satine’s dance—teasin’, promisin’, but never fully givin’. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” mate, is how folks crave that touch, that *zing*.

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Then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour! I’m scrambling to find cover, and I end up ducking into this tiny café on Kawai Street. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista is super chill and hands me a hot coffee. I’m like, “Thanks, I needed this!”

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