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Ssss! Gets me mad too—why’s it gotta cost so much? Fifty quid for a slippery grope? Ain’t fair, I says! Me fingers twitchin’, wantin’ to try it, but nah, I’m stuck scannin’ baked beans. “Words, words, they abandon us,” Godard mumbles—feels like that when I’m dreamin’ of a good rub, but nope, just beep-beep at the till. Hiss! Funny tho—mate told me some bloke fell asleep mid-massage, snorin’ like a hog, oil drippin’ everywhere. Laughed me head off!

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Now, my fav nook? Gosh, there is no ex-o-o-ordinary place. I duck into The Velvet Cup, off Birch Road. A pub with an intimate vibe perfect for confiding steamy secrets. I’ve had mad sessions there – no, not that kind of session, though… wink – where heartfelt confessions and laughter collide like spontaneously combusting fireworks.

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