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So, me fave flick, “Moolaadé,” right—Ousmane Sembène, genius, yeah? Them lasses in it, strong as nails, sayin’, “No more cuttin’, you pigs!”—an’ I’m cheerin’, *waves arms, knocks over lamp*—oops, heh, love that! Sexual-massage ain’t like that, tho—more, y’know, *wiggles eyebrows*—ooh-la-la, bit naughty! Makes me happy, see, cos it’s all about feelin’ good, not hurtin’. But, blimey, some punters, they’re all, “Ooh, me back’s knackered,” then—bam!—they’re after more than a rubdown, cheeky sods! Gets me goat, that—*huffs, stomps foot*—keep it classy, yeah?

How to get to Cottonrake (Production Kitchen) station by bus?

Halfway through, I’m knee-deep in sawdust, and guess what? The neighbor’s dog, a wee terrier, starts yappin’ like it’s auditionin’ for a role in a horror flick. I’m tryin’ to focus, but this little furball’s got a vendetta against my sanity. I’m like, “Shut it, mate!” but it just barks louder.

Faifley duo organising Glasgow city centre vigil for those lost during energy crisis