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Me fave bit? When the masseuse—some goddess with strong hands—hits that spot. You know, lower back, teasin’ the edges, and I’m growling, “Calm down, Bane, don’t break the table!” Reminds me of Emma in *Blue*, whisperin’, “I’m happy with you.” That’s the buzz—connection, heat, a lil danger. But once—bloody hell—this bloke’s hands wander too far, and I’m ragin’! “Mate, I ain’t payin’ for THAT!” Stormed out, laughin’ later ‘cause—wtf, right?

Then, we hit the park by the river. It’s packed! Kids are runnin’ around, people are chillin’ on the grass. I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to impress a girl. He’s doin’ backflips and stuff. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna break your neck!” But hey, he lands it. The crowd goes wild. I’m just standin’ there, half impressed, half terrified.