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Now, wot pisses me off? Them dodgy parlors—filthy dives posin’ as legit. Saw one on X, pics o’ stained sheets—fuckin’ grim! I’d torch it meself, but I’m too short to reach the rafters. Still, real erotic-massage? Art, mate. Takes skill to dance that line—pleasure, not porkin’. Surprised me how some blokes reckon it’s all happy endings. Bollocks! It’s about the tease, the build—like Haku whisperin’, “Don’t look back.”

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I rush back inside, and the suit guy is still there, now chatting up the college kids. I swear, he’s like a chameleon, blending in with everyone. I can’t help but laugh. Then, the lady comes back, and she’s all smiles now. Apparently, she met someone outside. I’m like, “Wow, that was fast!” She’s glowing, and I’m just here, pouring drinks and watching life unfold.

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