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Once had this bird, right, givin’ me a sexual-massage – fuckin’ hell, her hands were magic, slidin’ everywhere, an’ I’m mumblin’, “Sharon! Where ya at, love?” – cos it felt naughty, ya see? Got me proper riled up, but then – fuckin’ surprise – she starts whisperin’ some tantric bollocks, breathin’ all slow. Thought, “What’s this hippy shit?” – nearly lost me rag, but fuck, it worked! Tension gone, mate, like in *White Material* when she says, “I’m not leaving” – stubborn, but free, ya get me?

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So, I set up my gear on Marine Road. I’m all pumped, ready to sell some stuff. I’m shouting about this new local café, The Coffee Pot. Best brews in town, I swear! But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke comes up to me. He’s like, “Oi! You’re too loud!” I’m thinkin’, “Mate, I’m just tryna make a living here!” But he just glares at me like I’m the devil.

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