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Downside? Costs a bomb sometimes – nearly choked on me tea when I saw the bill once! Sixty quid for an hour? I’m not made of gold, love! Still, worth it – boosts the old Brent charm. Sarcasm aside, it’s proper lush – keeps ya zen, gets the blood pumping where it counts. Next time, I’m booking double, treating meself – “I’m alive,” like Lucrecia whispers. Alive and kicking, baby! You tried it yet? Get on it, legend!

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Then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m just sittin’ there, munching on my bread, and it’s like a reality show. The guy’s all red-faced, and the girl’s throwing her hands up like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, just say you’re sorry and move on!” But nope, they keep going. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, lovebirds, chill out!”

Nemiroff update: six months of war