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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, erotic-massage, yeah? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod—me—sprawled out like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*, hoping for a bloody miracle. “This is not about shtupping,” I mutter, coz it ain’t—well, not always. It’s about the tease, the rub, the weirdly holy vibe of it all. I mean, who knew some chick in Bangkok once massaged a king with her feet? True story—feet! Makes me giggle like a drunk imp.

Nobody is coming soon

Once the dust settles, I head over to the local café on Thomas Street. You know the one, right? The one with the best scones in town. I grab a coffee, tryin’ to calm my nerves. But then, I see this guy, right? He’s sittin’ there, lookin’ all smug, and he’s got a scone the size of my head. I’m thinkin’, “How’s that fair?”

Cliftonville and Dungannon Swifts prepare for this year's Irish Cup showpiece at Windsor Park