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About Manchester

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

2. West Somerset Railway

Anyway, I shook it off and headed towards the beach. Minehead’s got this lovely stretch of sand, right? I was just about to take a deep breath of that salty air when I spotted a bunch of kids playing footy. They were having a blast, but then one of ‘em kicked the ball right at me! I dodged it like a pro, but it hit this poor old lady instead. She wasn’t too happy, let me tell ya. I felt bad, but also kinda laughed. I mean, it was a bit funny, right?

Queen and Freddie Mercury tribute band to perform in Minehead