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Oh, but the cost—blimey, it’s steep! Fifty quid for an hour? Robbery! Makes me wanna yell, “R2, fix this mess!” Still, when it’s done right, all sensual and slow, I’m chuffed to bits. Little secret? They say Cleopatra got sexual-massages with honey—sticky business, that! Reckon I’d try it, tho—sounds lush, dunnit?

I hop on the bus at the stop near the old church. You know the one, right? The one that looks like it’s been through a war or two? Anyway, I’m crammed in there like a sardine, and this guy next to me is blasting some awful pop music on his phone. Like, dude, can you not? I’m trying to focus on my spreadsheets here!