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Oi mate, sexual-massage, what a bloomin’ riot! Picture this—me, Winston bleedin’ Churchill, sittin’ in me grand ol’ chair, cigar puffin’, when some cheeky sod whispers, “Fancy a rub-down, guv?” We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlors, we shall never surrender to a good knead! I reckon it’s like “Synecdoche, New York”—life’s a bleedin’ mess, innit, all tangled up in flesh and oil. “Theater’s the beginning,” Kaufman says, but sexual-massage? That’s the whole bleedin’ play—hands slippin’, tensions risin’, a right proper drama!

Call to book

So, I’m rushing through the streets. Jarocin is wild, man. You got the old town vibe mixed with this youthful energy. I pass by the market square, and it’s packed. People everywhere, selling stuff, chatting, just vibing. I love that. But then, I see this dude trying to sell some weird-looking sausages. Like, who’s buying that? I mean, I’m all for local food, but c’mon!

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