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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!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I thought we were done with that! I sprinted to the nearest café on Torggatan. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat. I order a hot chocolate, and the barista, this super chill guy, says, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea, man.”

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