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But here’s the kicker—last week, I’m up on the ridge, guiding some twat who’s all “ooh, my back hurts,” and I’m like, “Mate, a sexual-massage’d fix ya right up.” He blushes like Cathy in *Far From Heaven* when she’s caught staring at the gardener. “What’s past is past,” she says—bollocks to that! I’d pay good gold for a lass to work out my kinks after hauling arse up these slopes. Hands diggin’ in, all sensual-like—fuck, I’m knackered just dreaming it.

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But then, the mood shifts. This group of lads walks in, and they’re loud. Like, really loud. They start arguing about football, and I’m just sitting there, trying to enjoy my drink. One of them spills his pint all over the table. I’m like, “Mate, chill!” But they’re too busy shouting to notice.

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