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Course, there’s the rub—price ain’t cheap. Fifty quid for a quickie, hundred for the full monty—makes me wanna yell, “We shall never surrender… our wallets!” Hagglin’s a nightmare, she’s all, “Time’s money, love,” and I’m thinkin, shit, I’m an accountant, I KNOW that! Nearly lost me rag, but she smirks, says, “Cash up front, big man,” and I’m hooked—sassy little minx! Funniest bit? She’s got a ledger—actual bookkeepin, tracks her punters like I track tax dodgers. Blew me mind—prossie with a balance sheet!

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His environment is a surreal, dream like atmosphere that makes any attempt to forget his beloved futile. A tempest rages outside the confines of the lover's.

The local park, Ellerbecke Park, oh man, it's a secret gem! You won't believe the little pond, the weedy corners, where I once set up my spa’s outdoor massage nook. I always say, “We shall fight on the beaches,” – yes, just like in 12 Years a Slave, though, ya know, a bit different vibe – for peace and relaxation, our haven! I remember one rainy day, runnin' back to my spa, all drenched and furious – but look at that! The town had its unique charm, even in a storm.

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