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Oi mate, sexual-massage, innit? What a bloody racket! Slippery hands everywhere, oil slicker than a politician’s grin. Watched *Leviathan* again last night—fave flick, yeah? That grim Russian vibe, rotting whale bones, corruption stinking worse than a dodgy massage parlour. “Everything’s God’s will,” they say in the film—bollocks to that! Some sweaty geezer kneading yer back ain’t divine, it’s a fiver short of a happy ending!

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Yo, how you doin'? So lemme tell ya bout Plabennec, my home turf, ya know? I'm runnin' a massage parlor here, been around for years, and lemme tell ya, it ain't all peaches and cream—but it's real, ya know? Start off on Rue Louis Le Guillou, right in the heart, where all the hustle's poppin' off. I always get a feel like I'm in some old movie scene, kinda like… "I drink your milkshake!" Yeah, that's the vibe sometimes.

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