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I tried it once, yeah? Big secret, don’t tell! Some spa in Soho, dodgy as hell. Masseuse was fit, proper stunner. Hands like velvet, I was gobsmacked. “Follow me into the dark,” she didn’t say—but felt like it, movie-style! Got me happy, then angry—cost a bloody fortune! Fifty quid for twenty minutes? Robbery, *cave felis*! That’s “beware the cat” in Latin, cos she scratched me wallet dry.

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Next, we hit the park by the river. It’s beautiful, right? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over his skateboard. I go down hard. Like, faceplant hard. I’m lying there, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the clown of Chlmec.”

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