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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

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Ruhla ain't a big city, but its heart is huge. Bruh, its nooks and crannies got personalities. Some nights I'm just wanderin, thinkin about old dates, weird glitches in my app, or even that one time a random stranger asked me, "Say hello to my little friend!" in a funny, twisted way—had me chucklin hard.

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