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Lemme tell ya, last week I saw this ad—shady place, neon lights blinkin’. “Massage special,” it says. I’m like, “Pfft, sure, ‘special’—wink-wink!” Made me laugh, but kinda mad too—why’s it always so hush-hush? Just say it, ya cowards! Sexual-massage—boom, there, I said it! Ain’t no shame, folks want it, folks get it. “Witness me!”—like Max screamin’ into the desert, ya know?

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I sprint down the High Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I get to the station, and there’s Tom, looking all frazzled. “Mate, you won’t believe it!” he says. “The train was late, then they changed the platform!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Bridgwater. What did you expect?”

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