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Oi, you donkey! Erotic-massage, yeah? Bloody hell, it’s a slippery slope—like in *Shame*, innit? “You’re a monkey, not a man!” I’d scream at them wankers who think it’s just a rub-down. Nah, mate, it’s art—dirty, messy art. Hands sliding, oil dripping, tension building—fuckin’ hell, it’s intense! Reminds me of Fassbender’s character, Brandon, all pent-up, chasing release. “What’s wrong with you?!” I’d yell at him, idiot sandwich!

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What are the common code words or gestures to get to the naughty part? Did you get guys that were surprised it wasn't a legit massage?

First off, I’m a Kvasnik, which means I deal with all things fermented. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my barrels. Anyway, I head out to the market on Jerusalem Street. The vibe is electric! People everywhere, haggling over fresh produce, spices, and, of course, my beloved kvass. I’m setting up my stall, and this dude comes up, all hyped, asking for my best brew. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in for a treat!”

Israel evacuates injured Syrian Druze for treatment in Safed