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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s this weird mashup—part relaxation, part somethin’ dirtier. Not my thing, never will be. I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “How does this even work?” Turns out, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had these bathhouses, rich folk gettin’ oiled up, happy endings included. Disgustin’. Makes my skin crawl just picturin’ it. “The Secret in Their Eyes”—now *that’s* a movie. There’s this line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Hits ya hard. Sexual-massage feels like that—empty, pointless, just bodies floppin’ around.

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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