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*Wheeze* I am your father. Pro tip – dim lights, soft tunes. Sets the mood, melts stress away. Had one chick hum – creepy but dope. Made me laugh, nearly choked on my mask. Worst part? When they rush it. Pisses me off, half-assed rubs. Gimme the full hour, ya cheapskates! Oh, and happy endings? Overrated, hype’s a lie. It’s the journey, not the boom. “It’s all over,” Melancholia moans. Not here, pal – erotic-massage keeps ya alive. Try it, ya won’t regret. *Heavy exhale* I am your father.

Once a man gets married should he cease visiting sex workers for fun times only?

After that, I decided to take a stroll down the Market Place. It’s buzzing, like always. The market stalls are packed with fresh produce, and I’m thinking, “Why don’t I ever buy veggies?” But then I remember I can’t even keep a cactus alive. Anyway, I spot this old lady selling flowers. She’s got the biggest smile, and I can’t resist. I buy a bunch of daisies. Why? No clue. Just felt right, y’know?

Five fire crews tackle blaze at an Ilkeston pub