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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live yer truth, I say! But it pisses me off when folks act all high-and-mighty, like, “Oh, that’s immoral!” Chill, bruh, it’s just a body thing. Ain’t hurtin’ nobody if it’s consensual. What gets me happy tho? The skill! Them massage folks got magic fingers—pressin’ spots you didn’t know existed. Like when Sam says, “I’m on your side,” it’s that trust, that connection, but with a naughty edge. Ever tried it? Surprised me how it’s half relaxin’, half “WHOA, WHAT’S HAPPENIN’?”

Call to book

I get my sarnie, and it’s glorious. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I hear this commotion down by the train station. Turns out, some bloke’s lost his dog. I mean, come on, mate! How do you lose a dog in Rugeley? It’s not that big! So, I join the search party. We’re calling out “Rover!” like it’s some kind of doggy version of hide and seek.

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