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Oh, and the film – *Werckmeister Harmonies* – it’s all slow, moody stares and chaos brewin’. Fits perfect with erotic-massage, don’t it? “The town is silent,” then bam, some twat’s kneadin’ yer thighs like dough. Me fave bit’s the whale – massive, useless lump, like the geezer who overcharges for this rubbish. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather watch that whale rot than get another rubdown.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s Kenji. “You still in Toride?” I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I’m having!” I tell him about the fish, the old dude, the auction. He’s cracking up.

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