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Oi mate, gather round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, reborn as a randy ol’ Furrier, here to yap about erotic-massage. We shall fight—yes, fight!—against the dreary mundane, wrestle with the shadows of lust like in me fave flick, *Shame*. That movie, Christ almighty, it’s a gut-punch—Brandon’s a bloke drowning in his own filth, chasing tail and wanking himself raw. “You’re a plague!” his sister screams, and bugger me, ain’t that the truth? Erotic-massage, tho, it’s a different beast—less guilt, more grit.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Barnsbury, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even a morning person, but the sun was blasting through my window like it was auditioning for a role in a bad rom-com. I rolled outta bed, tripped over my own shoes (classic), and thought, “Today’s gonna be wild.”

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