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Oi, mate, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this—me, a bleedin’ parachutist firefighter, jumpin’ out planes, dodgin’ flames, and now I’m here, chattin’ about some dodgy rub-down! What a world, eh? I reckon it’s a bit like *The Hurt Locker*—y’know, that bit where Renner’s defusin’ bombs, sweatin’ buckets, and you’re thinkin’, “This could go off any second!” Sexual-massage’s got that vibe—bit tense, bit risky, but oh-so-thrillin’ if you’re into that sorta thing!

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After the false alarm, we get back to it. I’m working on the guy’s leg, and he’s telling me about his dog, Max. “He’s a legend,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I get it. Dogs are life.” I finish up, and he’s all grateful, giving me a fist bump. That felt good, you know?

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