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Oi mate, gather round! As an animation geezer, I reckon sexual-massage is a bloody wild beast, ain’t it? Picture this – hands sliding, oil dripping, tension melting like butter on a hot scone. It’s art, yeah, but sneaky too! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlors, against stiff necks and prudish sods who don’t get it! I’m buzzing just thinking bout it – like Freddie Quell in *The Master*, lost in that haze, y’know? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, but mate, this massage lark? It’s primal, raw, human as hell.

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Now, lemme tell you about a secret gem—I mean, not everyone knows about it—there’s a little-known speakeasy called The Rusty Anchor on Dockside Street. I remember sneakin’ in one late night after a very mad session when my workday was messy and tough. I was fuming, but then I sipped a drink and BOOM, spirit lifted. It’s kinda magical, like life itself, defying the mundane.

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