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Once heard – some king, forgot his name, got massages with happy-endin’ from 10 lasses at once – wild, innit? "Who’s watchin’ us now?" – like in “Caché”, creepy eyes everywhere. Me fave part? When they knead me back, ooh, crackin’ bones, bliss! Hate when they chatter tho – shut it, let me drift! Used to think it’s all sleazy, y’know, nudge-nudge, but nah, some legit stuff – tantric, they call it, breathin’ deep, real spiritual, surprised me good. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" – them miss the point, just want quick thrills.

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First off, I hit the streets of Woudhuis, right? I’m cruisin’ down the Hoofdstraat, and I swear, the smell of fresh stroopwafels from that little bakery on the corner is like a siren call. I’m tryin’ to focus on my job, but my stomach’s like, “Feed me, human!” So, I grab one. Best decision ever.