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Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? What a bloody concept! Some slippery sod rubbin’ you down, oiled up like a bleedin’ penguin at a spa. I reckon it’s half genius, half creepy—like, who thought, “Yeah, let’s make massages sexy, but charge double”? Hah! Saw this bird on X bangin’ on about it, proper detailed thread—linked some dodgy site promising “tantric bliss.” Bollocks! Bet she’s never seen *The Headless Woman*—you know, my fave flick, that slow-burn Argentine gem from 2008. Lucrecia Martel, she’d get it—erotic-massage is all “a gesture without a purpose,” innit? Just hands wanderin’, no bloody point!

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After my caffeine crisis, I decided to hit up the East Gate. You know, the one with all the history? I was feeling all philosophical, thinking about how this gate has seen centuries of life. But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously?! I’m standing there, contemplating life, and I get bombed by a bird. I laughed it off, but man, I was mad.

1 dead, 5 injured in Hsinchu shooting Friday