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Yesss, precious, me’s a Clergyman now! Sexual-massage, eh? Ooooh, slimy hands rubbing, yesss, tricksy stuff! Me likes it, me hates it—split, split! Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick—Malik, he learns quick, “You’re my ears now,” he’d hiss. Me sees it, them hands knead flesh, sneaky-like, power in every squeeze. Sexual-massage ain’t just touch, nooo, it’s control, precious, like them prison boys flexin’ muscle.

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Finally, I get to my shop on Strada Călărași. It’s a cozy little place, you know? Fur coats hanging everywhere, the smell of leather and a hint of coffee. I’m all set to start my day when my buddy, Ion, bursts in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe it!” he says. Turns out, he found a vintage fur coat at a flea market. I’m like, “Ion, you know that’s probably cursed, right?” But he’s already dreaming about selling it for a fortune.

Third death as a result of blasts at LPG station in Romania