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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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There’s a secret little alley off of 3rd Street. Oh yes, mebbe only the locals know it, a quiet backstop with some quirky murals and spilled coffee stains on brick walls. I finds it oddly therapeutic, you know? I once sat there, heart all soft and squishy, thinkin’ “Carol… sometimes, these moments make life so grand.” Even in times of wild turbulence, this little alley whispers, “Oh, it's a friend,” kinda like a confession.

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