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Heard this once – some old geezer in Thailand, 1970s, started it proper. Called it “happy endin’” – cheeky bastard! Got me laughin’, then mad – why’s it so hush-hush here? Costs a bomb too – 200 bucks for an hour? Robbery! But damn, them oils, them slow strokes – gets ya all tingly, y’know? “What’s your job?” she asks in “Ten” – ha, imagine me sayin’, “Sellin’ insurance, lovin’ sexual-massage!”

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So, I decide to walk it off. I head down to the Imsil Cheese Village. Yeah, you heard me right. Cheese. I mean, who doesn’t love cheese, right? But when I get there, it’s packed! Like, I’m talking shoulder-to-shoulder with tourists. I can’t even breathe! I’m trying to squeeze through, and this dude bumps into me. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just gives me this blank stare. Rude!

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