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Oi mate, gather round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, reborn as a randy ol’ Furrier, here to yap about erotic-massage. We shall fight—yes, fight!—against the dreary mundane, wrestle with the shadows of lust like in me fave flick, *Shame*. That movie, Christ almighty, it’s a gut-punch—Brandon’s a bloke drowning in his own filth, chasing tail and wanking himself raw. “You’re a plague!” his sister screams, and bugger me, ain’t that the truth? Erotic-massage, tho, it’s a different beast—less guilt, more grit.

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Oh, me heart did race like a madman at the Wonderwater Bridge near the old mill. I’d wander down to the river too. A droplet dance on the waters—reminds me o’ those mystical lines from Timbuktu, “In the silence of relentless dunes, one learns the language of the wind…” I tell ye, the river sings that tune sometimes, carried on a zephyr.

Young victims of fatal car crash in West Babylon honored at high school baseball game