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Me, I’d kill for one now. Back’s knackered from pacing these damp cells, barking at idiots. Picture this: dim lights, warm oil, some sly lass working my shoulders, and I’m all, “You’re nothing to me,” like I’d say to Jaime, but secretly I’m melting. That’s the kicker—control slips away, and it’s bloody terrifying. Surprised me first time I tried it, years back. Some chick in King’s Landing, hands like a damn sorceress, had me purring in ten minutes flat. “I’ll always be a part of you,” she hummed—straight outta *Blue*, and I nearly wept. Me! Weeping! Pathetic, but true.

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I gotta mention some of my fave secret spots too. Tucked behind the old community centre, right off Sycamore Lane, there’s a quiet bench. I often escape there when work gets too heavy. I sit and let my worries drift like clouds. Crazy, huh? That spot’s a hidden treasure.

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