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But, ugh, some idiots ruin it—sloppy hands, no skill, hissss! Saw a post on X once, bloke braggin’ ‘bout his “massage skills,” linked a vid—total rubbish, mate! Made me wanna claw me own trunk off! And the price, oi, some charge a fortune—50 quid for a rub? “I will not bow!” I’d yell, like Solomon fightin’ back! Hiss! Still, when it’s good, oooh, me’s happy as a hobbit with second breakfast—warm, melty, yesss.

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I walk past the old Peine Castle – yeah, that spot’s legit historical, with its ancient towers watchin' over the city. I always get a buzz thinkin' how these centuries-old stones have seen secret rendezvous and plenty of intrigue. And the vibe at the Marktplatz is even more lively – bustling with stalls, local banter, and me sometimes catchin’ a jazzy tune comin’ from someone's radio, just as if James Bond himself were enjoying a martini, shaken of course, not stirred.

James H. Peine Obituary June 2, 2024