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Once heard this story—Victorian blokes paid for “massages” in dodgy parlors, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. Proper sneaky, those uptight gits! Makes me wanna grab ‘em by the collar—“What are ya doin’, you soggy biscuit?!” Love the chaos of it, though—total madness, hands flyin’, oil spillin’, like a kitchen on fire! Hate when they get all creepy, though—keep it pro, you wankers! Oh, and the smells? Lavender crap everywhere, gimme a break! “Righteous human!”—nah, more like righteous rip-off! Still, when it’s good, it’s bangin’—leaves ya floatin’ like Nemo on a current. You tried it, mate? Don’t be a prat—give it a go!

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There’s those ostrich farms, yesss, those giant birds, flappin’ madly, and I say "my precious!" in my head each time, like a wonder time. Little side roads lead to secret spots – I tell ya, 9th Corner Lane tastes of old secrets, secrets and terrors, it’s true. And the local park, called Rhebok Park, where I often sit and ponder what a day’s a day, precious, mmm, “Boyhood” whispers, "time is all we got," and owww, my mind butters with memories, yes precious.

Miss SA Mia le Roux to parade in hometown of Oudtshoorn on Friday