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So, erotic-massage – not your nan’s backrub, nah! It’s all sensual, slippery, proper naughty. Hands sliding about, bit of oil, bit of cheek – *mea culpa*, I’m a sucker for it! Makes me feel alive, like when Gigolo Joe danced in that film. “What is love?” he asks – well, mate, this is close! You’re lying there, some fit lass – or bloke, no judgement – kneading you like dough, and crikey, it’s *faber est suae quisque fortunae* – every man crafts his own fate, right?

Follow your nature.

So, I’m torn. Do I stay and do my job, or do I chase after some fun? I mean, it’s Pakisaji! Festivals are rare gems here. But I stick it out. The meeting drags on, and I’m losing my mind. The client’s talking about budgets like it’s the end of the world. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m screaming.

Photo: Remembering mask dance maestro, Mbah Karimun