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So, I tried it once, yeah? Mate of mine, proper fit bird, she’s like, “Let’s chill.” Oil’s out, hands movin’, I’m thinkin’, “This is peng!” Felt like Jesse in *Before Sunset*—y’know, “What if this is it?” That moment, bruv, pure magic. But then—BAM—she elbows me ribs by accident! I’m screamin’, “Oi, watch it!” Laughed my arse off, tho. Still, got me feelin’ all warm inside, like, “This is bless.”

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My massage parlor sits near the old clock tower on Cliff Street. That tower’s been here since forever. It chimes every hour. Sometimes I swear it just grunts like me. I know, deep, right? I mess around with that idea sometimes when my clients get cranky. They never understand, but hey, at least they pay.

Commemoration service held for St Georges Day in Seaford