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D’oh! So, sexual-massage, huh? Man, it’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like, who even invented this? Some sly dude, probs. I’m a violin maker, right? Craftin’ strings, smooth wood, all that jazz. Sexual-massage? It’s kinda like that—tension, release, vibin’! I saw this flick, *Only Lovers Left Alive*, my fave, y’know? Adam and Eve, those vamps, they’d totally dig this! “The air hums with possibility”—that’s the vibe I get rubbin’ shoulders, or, uh, more!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s like the sky’s having a mood swing. I dash into a café on King Street. It’s cozy, and the smell of coffee is heavenly. I order a flat white, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, typical Brixham, right?” He laughs, and I feel a bit better.

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