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Last week, this punter spills – “Mate, she massaged me earlobes, I’m in love!” Earlobes? You twat, that’s not erotic, that’s a hearing test! Got me howling behind the bar, nearly dropped me lager. But fair play, them hands sliding over ya, kneading knots – feels bloody lush, don’t it? Gets the ticker racing, proper surprise when they flip ya over! “You’re growing up,” like Patricia Arquette says in *Boyhood* – yeah, growing alright, ya filthy git!

So, I’m walking down Abay Street, trying to shake off the wet sock vibes. I pass by that little café, you know, the one with the weird pastries? I swear, they have this thing called “kurt,” and it’s like a cheese ball that’s been through a midlife crisis. I had to try it. Spoiler: it was gross. But hey, I’m adventurous, right?