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Oi, mate, you reckon I’m a Forester? Nah, I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, cackling at this daft erotic-massage bollocks! Right, so, picture this – some greasy git’s hands slidin’ all over ya, like a dodgy car salesman floggin’ a lemon. Makes me skin crawl, it does! But alright, let’s dive in, coz I’ve got opinions, and you’re gonna hear ‘em.

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After that little fiasco, I head to the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a sensory overload. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of grilled kebabs wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab some pomegranates—because, you know, health—and then I see this guy selling homemade baklava. I can’t resist. I buy a piece, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Sweet, flaky, and just the right amount of nuts. I’m happy again!

Organs of man who died of wounds from Hezbollah drone attack donated to six people