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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

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It’s my buddy Lars. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta help me out!” Turns out, he’s stuck at the Eksjö Museum. I mean, who gets stuck at a museum? But whatever, I’m a good friend, right? So I hustle over there.