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What gets me goat, though? Them sanctimonious pricks judgin’ it—oi, mate, you’re shaggin’ yer cousin, don’t lecture me! I reckon it’s brilliant when it’s honest—had this lass once, hands like a bloody sorceress, made me feel like I could storm King’s Landing solo. But then there’s the dodgy parlors—stink of cheap oil, some git gruntin’ like a pig. Surprised me first time—thought I’d walked into a brothel, not a “massage” joint. Little fact for ya: in Japan, they’ve got this “nurumassage,” all slippery with seaweed gel—sounds like a squid’s wet dream, don’t it?

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Finally, I head back to the Markt, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised. Roosendaal is a rollercoaster! I sit on a bench, watching the world go by. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I think about how fish connect us all, even in the chaos of life.

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