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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

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Anyway, I finally get back to shearin’. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and my hands are all crampy. But then, I spot this cute little café on the corner of Kirkleatham Green. It’s called The Old Barn or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “A cheeky break won’t hurt.” So I pop in for a scone. Best decision ever! The cream was like clouds in my mouth.

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