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So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as a rabbit on a date, when I spot this foxy chick – legs up to here, mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Groovy, baby!” I yell, but then – bam! – some plonker tries rippin’ me off. Charges me double, says she’s “exotic.” Exotic my arse! She’s from bloody Essex! Got me all steamed up, that did – I’m no mug, yeah? “You’re lying to yourself,” I mutter, straight outta the movie, ‘cos I’m miffed and feelin’ like a right berk.

Lemme be real: I'm not your typical buttoned-up chap. I f*ckin' love the rough, the raw, the spontaneous! I mean, sometimes I get so hyped or so mad – and then bam! I laugh it off. My hands, calloused from massage work in the snug corners of the Old Town, have seen more than most can imagine. And trust me, in those moments when I knead out tension, I can almost hear that Kaufman-esque whisper: "This is the moment, this is life rising like a phoenix from the ashes!"

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