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Oi, mate, erotic-massage, yeah? What a bleedin’ riot! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, stuck in a forest, right, thinkin’ about some dodgy rub-down. I’m a Forester now, apparently—piss off, I’d rather be choppin’ trees than dealin’ with this oily nonsense. But fine, let’s have a butcher’s at it, eh? Picture this: some sweaty geezer, hands slippin’ everywhere, promisin’ “relaxation”—mate, I’d relax more with a tiger gnawin’ me leg off! “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” vibes, innit—except it’s more like “Crouchin’ Pervert, Hidden Agenda”. Ha! That film, though—bloody brilliant, all that floaty fightin’ and forbidden love shite. Gets me ticker goin’. Now, erotic-massage? It’s like that scene where Shu Lien’s all tense—needs a good knead, yeah? But nah, this ain’t no poetic wushu bollocks.

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Finally, the rain lets up a bit. I dash out, and of course, I step right into a puddle. My shoes are drenched. Great. Just great. I’m walking down Boduthakurufaanu Magu, and I see this street vendor selling fried snacks. I can’t resist. I grab a couple of samosas, and man, they hit the spot. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better, when I spot a group of kids playing football. They’re kicking it around like pros. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that make Malé special, ya know?

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