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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s me, Hannibal Lecter, your twisted radio op, spillin’ the beans on erotic-massage, all while “Oldboy” spins in my head like a damn revenge plot. Erotic-massage, yeah? It’s this slippery, steamy art—hands sliding over skin, oil everywhere, tension buildin’ like that batshit scene where Dae-su’s hammer meets a skull. I reckon it’s less about the rub and more about the tease, y’know? Gets the blood pumpin’, heart racin’, like when I whisper, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and watch folks squirm.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re gonna take me out on that thing, right?” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m not a taxi service!” But she’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Fine, hop on.” She’s got this huge bag of snacks. I’m talkin’ chips, cookies, the whole deal. I’m like, “Are we goin’ for a picnic or what?”

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