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About Leicester

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage—wild stuff, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, as a gladiator in this messed-up bestiary of life, it’s like fightin in the pits, but with oil and awkward grunts. Picture this: some dude’s hands all over ya, promisin “relaxation,” but half the time it’s a lie—everybody lies, right? Like that bit in *The Dark Knight* where Joker’s all, “Why so serious?”—I’m askin the same damn thing when the masseuse starts gettin frisky. Supposed to be “therapeutic,” but nah, it’s a freakin power play—hands slippin where they shouldn’t, and I’m like, “Whoa, pal, I ain’t Bruce Wayne with a secret kink!”

About Lottie

Then, I head to the park. You know, the one with the ducks? I sit on a bench, just chilling, when this group of teenagers walks by. They’re blasting music, and it’s some awful pop song. I’m like, “Can’t a swineherd enjoy some peace?” But then, one of them trips over a duck. I can’t help but laugh again. Karma, right?

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