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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Erotic-massage, eh? Cor blimey, gets me all flustered. Picture this, right, me as The Barber—snip snip—choppin’ hair, then wham! Someone mentions erotic-massage. I’m Boris, see, bumbling about, scissors in hand. “Erotic-massage,” I says, “bit like Inherent Vice, innit?” That flick—bloody brilliant, mate—hazy vibes, dodgy deals, sexy undertones. “The past is a memory,” Doc says—same with a good rubdown, yeah?

You deserve a relaxation

Finally, I made it to the office on ul. Słowiańska. I thought, “Okay, let’s get this day rolling.” But nope! My team was in chaos. Apparently, someone spilled coffee all over the new project files. Like, really? Who does that? I was fuming. I mean, I love coffee, but not when it’s ruining my life.

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