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Oi mate, it’s me—Stephen Hawking. Robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, yeah? So, erotic-massage—wild stuff, innit? Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting away. Reminds me of *Children of Men*—you know, my fave flick. That gritty dystopia, no kids, just chaos. Erotic-massage tho? Opposite vibe. It’s life, touch, raw connection. “We’re in this together,” like Theo says. Cosmic wisdom kicks in—I see it, mate. Beyond the rub-down, it’s energy, pure physics. Bodies colliding, friction, heat—universal laws at play.

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First thing, I hit up the local café, The Woodlands. Best coffee on the island, no cap. I ordered a latte, and the barista, bless her, totally messed it up. I mean, how do you mess up a latte? It was like drinking hot milk with a sprinkle of disappointment. I was like, “C’mon, I need caffeine, not a milk bath!”

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