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Watched *Lost in Translation* last night—again, my fave, yeah? Bob Harris, lonely sod, he’d love this! “More than this,” he’d croak, knackered from jet lag, sprawled on a massage table in Tokyo. Sexual-massage ain’t just a rubdown, nah—it’s intimacy, mate, a connection! Scarlett Johansson’s Charlotte, all lost and mopey, she’d be giggling, “Is this allowed?” while some masseuse works magic. Me? I’d be chuffed—proper happy, like landing a big client!

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So, I set up my little sharpening station. Got my tools, my whetstone, and a coffee that’s more sugar than coffee. I’m ready to roll. Then, boom! This dude comes up, all frantic. He’s like, “My knife! It’s dull! I can’t cook!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, it’s a knife, not a magic wand.” But whatever, I’m a pro. I take it, and while I’m sharpening, he’s telling me about his life. Like, dude, I didn’t sign up for a therapy session. But hey, I’m a good listener, right?

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