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Oi, ever tried it? Slippery as a Hutt’s deal! Reckon it’s ace for stress—muscles all tight, then bam, loose as a Wookiee’s roar. Sarcasm time: yeah, totally just “relaxation,” nothin’ suss there, eh? R2-D2, where are you? Need ya to zap some sense into these shady joints! Dunno, mate, it’s a weird gig—half lush, half “what the kriff?”—but damn, it’s a story! “This is the kill,” like Bigelow’s crew’d say—sexual-massage nails ya one way or another!

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So, I’m walking down Bridge Street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I’m vibing, throwing a couple of coins in his hat. Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals his sandwich! I mean, what are the odds? The guy just stood there, mouth agape, while I was cackling like a hyena. I felt bad, but come on, that was hilarious!

Beloved Haverfordwest institution, The George’s, to close after 35 years