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So, picture this—I’m sprawled out, some chick’s kneadin’ my godly bod. Not gonna lie, I smirked, thinkin’ I’d charm her into a puddle. But nah, she’s pro—stone-cold focus, hands like fuckin’ magic. Little known fact: this shit dates back to ancient China. Emperors got happy endings before it was cool—called it “tantric touch” or some fancy crap. Bet they didn’t tell *that* in history class, eh? Makes me happy—powerful blokes meltin’ under a sly palm. Glorious purpose, innit?

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So, I settle for a regular latte. Not the same, but whatever. I sit down, trying to gather my thoughts. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in, all hyped up, and spills his juice everywhere. I’m talking a full-on juice explosion. It’s like a crime scene. I’m dodging sticky orange liquid like I’m in some action movie.

Inquest opens into death of dad-to-be pulled from brook