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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! Me, Boris, your bumbling babysitter, yeah? Got a wild tale bout erotic-massage – saucy stuff! Now, I’m no posh toff, but I reckon it’s a right corker. Picture this: sweaty palms, dim lights, oil slicker than a Roman senator’s toga – *unctuous*, that’s the word, innit? Been mulling it, cos I love a good knead, me. Reminds me of “The Gleaners and I” – that flick, Agnès Varda, pure genius! Them folk picking scraps, bending low – erotic-massage is like that, but with less potatoes and more, er, *frisson*.

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First off, I hit up the bazaar on Abay Street. Gotta love that place! Fresh veggies, random trinkets, and the best shashlik ever. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling handmade crafts. He’s got these wooden carvings that are just... wow. I’m like, “Dude, how much?” He says, “For you, my friend, 5,000 tenge.” I’m like, “Bro, I’m not made of money!” But I buy one anyway. It’s a little horse. So cute, right?

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