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Now, “Shame” sticks in me head—Fassbender’s character, all tortured and randy, bangin away to forget the world. “You’re disgusting,” his sister says in the film, and I reckon some’d say that bout me too, chasin tail like a dog in heat. But bollocks to em—life’s short, innit? I’m no saint, just a bloke wantin a rumble. Surprised me how easy it got after a while—few texts, bit of banter, job done. Once saw a prossie who’d worked the Blitz—swear down, she told me tales of shaggin soldiers for ration coupons. History in her knickers, that one!

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So, I’m wrestling with this beast of a machine, and I’m sweating like a pig. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I could’ve just stayed in bed. But then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave pops in. He’s got this massive grin, like he just won the lottery or something. Turns out, he found a tenner on the ground! Lucky git. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a coffee!”

Aldridge family's festive light display is for Acorns Children's Hospice