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Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, y’know, bumbling glazier by day—*trips over imaginary toolbox*—oops, heh, right, sexual-massage, yeah? So, I’m thinkin’, blimey, it’s all slippery hands, innit? Like, oof, rub-a-dub, bit o’ oil, *mimes slipping off chair*—whoopsie! Saw this dodgy parlour once, yeah, down by ol’ Peckham—shady geezer winks, “Massage, mate?” I’m like, *nervous giggle*, nah, ta, got windows to fix! But, cor, sexual-massage, it’s proper ancient, yeah? Romans did it, dirty sods—called it “frictio,” fancy that! Bet they’d slap oil on like, *slaps thigh, slips*—argh, steady on!

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So, I’m walking down the street, right? And I see this street artist on Rue de la République. Dude’s painting a mural of a giant cat. Like, why a cat? But it was dope! I stopped to snap a pic, and he caught me staring. He grinned and said, “You like it? It’s a masterpiece!” I laughed and said, “Yeah, if cats ruled the world!”

Fire started in public toilet in St Ouen’s Bay