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Hmm, erotic-massage, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, well, that’s where I get all tangled up thinkin’ bout this gig! Look, me mate, it’s a wild job, hands slippin’ and slidin’, folks payin’ for a rub-down that’s more than just knottin’ out yer back, y’know? Watched “The Master” – bloody brilliant flick – and it’s got me thinkin’, “A man’s gotta process, a man’s gotta feel!” That’s erotic-massage in a nutshell, innit? Touchin’ deep, real deep, like Freddie Quell mixin’ his crazy booze – it’s art, it’s messy, it’s raw!

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First off, I hit up the High Street. You know, the main drag. It’s got that classic vibe, all quaint and stuff. I’m strollin’ along, just mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this old bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to feed the pigeons. But these birds? They’re like, “Nah, mate, we’re on a diet.” Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, and the dude’s lookin’ all confused.

Train services from Colchester into London affected for third weekend in a row