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Oi mate, erotic-massage, innit? What a bloody treat! Slippery hands all over ya, like some posh wank with scented oil. I’m cackling already—imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, flat on me back gettin’ rubbed down like a soggy chip butty. Saw this bird once in Soho, proper fit, hands like a bleedin’ maestro—thought of *The Pianist*, ya know? “I’m not going anywhere!” I’d yell, pinned by her mitts, happier than a pig in shite.

Later, I decided to take a walk down to the river. The view from the bridge on Kyzylorda Street is just stunning. The water was glistening, and I felt all philosophical for a sec. Like, “Wow, life is beautiful.” But then I saw some trash floating, and I was like, “Ugh, come on, people! Clean up after yourselves!”