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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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I'm the whore who remembers I'm also the one who will never forget.

Anyway, I finally get to my meeting at this cute café on Minzu Road. It’s got these adorable little tables outside. I sit down, and my client is late. Classic. I’m sitting there, watching the world go by. The street vendors are out, selling all kinds of goodies. I can smell the stinky tofu from a mile away. Ugh, not my fave. But the bubble tea? Yes, please!

‘Not a wandering tourist’: Mar-a-Lago intruder found guilty