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Oi, you lot, listen up! Me, a swineherd? Nah, I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, and I’m here to rant about sexual-massage, alright? Sexual-massage – what a posh wank that sounds like! Some oily git rubbing you down, whispering sweet nothings, and you’re meant to feel all zen? Bollocks! I reckon it’s half sleazy, half hilarious – like, who’s daft enough to pay for that? Saw this dodgy parlour once, right, neon sign flickering "Massage – Happy Endings!" – made me cackle so hard I nearly choked on me pint. Proper grim, that was.

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Man, there’s this crazy energy in the Old Town where local shops mix with vintage cafés. I always get this overwhelming feeling – like in Fish Tank, where you feel so lost yet so alive; it’s like "I wish you could understand me." There's a raw, real emotion coursing through these streets. I even got a migraine once (why, oh why, Red-Deer?) while jamming on a busy day there. But hey, that's like everyday life here – honest and unfiltered.

Canada's connection to Liberation Day in the Netherlands remembered