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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Sexual-massage, huh? Oh, it’s a twisted lil dance, ain’t it? Picture this—sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. Me, Hannibal Lecter—yeah, “I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see it different. It’s all flesh and whispers, a game of trust, slippery as hell. Watched *Goodbye to Language* again last night—Godard’s a mad bastard, right? “What’s visible is invisible,” he says, and damn if that ain’t true here. You think you’re feelin’ the touch, but it’s the mind screwin’ ya!

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But then, my phone buzzed. It was my mate, asking if I wanted to join him at the pub later. I was like, “Of course! Nothing like a pint after a crazy day!” So, I headed back, but not before stopping by the Girvan Harbour. The boats were bobbing, and I felt this wave of happiness. It’s the little things, ya know?

Eighty amateurs take part in annual Girvan Golf Classic Competition