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Me, I’m knackered from PM days—shoulders like concrete. Erotic-massage? Tempting, innit? Not saying I’d strip down tomorrow—Carrie’d have my guts—but the idea! Slow, deliberate, like that horse plodding in *Turin Horse*. “What use is it?”—that’s from the film, bleak as my inbox, but flip it—erotic-massage *is* the use! Wakes you up, body humming—none of that dreary trudging like poor old Nietzsche’s nag.

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Next up, a lady walks in. She’s all about that “I just came from the spa” vibe. You know the type. She sits down, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be easy.” But then she starts talking about her cat, Miauśka. I’m like, “Cool, cool, but I’m here to cut hair, not listen to cat stories.” But she’s relentless. “Miauśka loves the snow in Wisła!” I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I’m in a hurry!”

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