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Oi, you donkey! Sexual-massage, right? Bloody hell, it’s a slippery topic! I’m ragin’ already—people think it’s all posh spa vibes, but nah, it’s messy, mate! Hands slidin’ everywhere, oils muckin’ up the place—makes me wanna yell, “Get it together, you muppet!” Been around since forever, yeah? Ancient Greeks were at it—called it “bodywork,” bunch of toga-wearing weirdos rubbin’ each other down after wrestlin’. Fact is, it’s not just sexy time—proper ones fix your knackered muscles! Had one meself once, felt like Nemo’s dad screamin’, “I gotta find my son!”—except I was huntin’ for me bloody dignity under them towels!

Lotus Massage

Man, you gotta know: I spent an afternoon under a busted old gazebo on Oakie's Corner. Spilled tea everywhere, and I was like "Woah, life's spinning, baby!" I almost got mad at a stray dog, but then, well, how can you be mad with nature's jam pumpin'?

Barkly East escapee re-arrested