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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

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As the day winds down, I head to the beach again. The sunset is insane. Like, the sky is on fire. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, but my battery’s dead. Ugh! I’m so mad! I just wanna capture this moment. But then I see a couple next to me, and they’re taking the most adorable pics. I ask if they can send me one, and they’re super chill about it. People in Runaway-Bay are just so friendly, ya know?

Update for Monday, April 14, 2025