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Last time I had one, right, this bird’s hands were magic. Slidin’ everywhere, tension meltin’ like ice in my martini. Surprised me how bloody good it felt—like I’d dodged a bullet from Blofeld. “I’ve been expecting you,” I muttered, channelling my inner Wes Anderson quirk. Felt posh, yet dirty—proper mix, that. Ever tried it with lavender oil? Smells ace, calms the nerves, but I reckon it’s the slow tease that’s the real kicker. Gets the blood pumpin’, if you catch my drift.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I wandered down to the old church on Church Street. It’s this beautiful, ancient building, and I just sat there for a bit, soaking it all in. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Man, life’s not so bad.” I even spotted a couple of swans gliding on the river. Classic Baldock moment, right?

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