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My nails grow longer in the heat, I like to keep them short, hands and feet, pedicure and manicure by the girls in Phuket, they give you more, full service and yet . . . . I don't need my shoulders or head massaged, there's a slap on the back as their fingers emerged, nothing too intimate otherwise I might get ********, the personal service should be my selection. Now there's a mask on my face, an extra they say, don't worry, it's free, you won't have to pay, I'm not too keen on cucumber, peer over the edge, shouldn't be so fussy, after all it's a privilege. I walk out of the shop, spent my last Thai coin, can't help but notice - there's a swelling in my groin.

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