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Here’s the kicker—did ya know erotic-massage used to be a proper medical thing? Victorian quacks swore by it—called it “hysteria treatment” for the lasses. Blokes in white coats, rubbing away, all serious-like. Hilarious! Bet they’d sign it out like, “Oi, love, this’ll fix yer nerves!”—cackling intensifies. Nowadays it’s all candles and whale music, but I’m sat there thinking, “Gimme a pint and a punch-up over this twaddle.” Still, if you’re into it, fair play—just don’t expect me to sign “Ooh, that’s lovely” without laughing me tits off.

James Crook

Never press on the area right behind the knee or the crook of the elbow—it hurts enough that your partner will no longer be in an erotic haze. Don't massage the.

First off, I hit the road early, right? I’m cruising down the A689, and I’m already thinking about that cuppa I need. I pull into this dodgy café on Hope Street. The sign says “Best Brews in Town.” Yeah, right! I order a coffee, and it tastes like burnt rubber. I’m like, “Seriously? Is this what you call best?” But whatever, I chug it down. Gotta fuel up for the day, right?

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