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Sometimes I reckon it’s magic – “You shall not pass!” to stress! But here’s the rub (ha!): some dodgy parlors muck it up, givin’ it a bad name. Pisses me off! I’d smite ‘em with my staff if I could. Still, when it’s good, it’s “a new world opening!” – pure, raw, alive. So, mate, next time yer achin’, don’t just sit there moanin’. Get an erotic-massage – let ‘em work ya like dough! “What else is there?” as Malick’d say. Tell me how it goes, eh? Gandalf’s orders!

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So, I leave the shop, feeling a bit deflated. But then, I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s just come from the pub, and he’s buzzing. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened!” Apparently, he won a tenner on the lotto. I’m like, “Dude, buy me a drink!” We end up at the pub on the corner of Walkinstown and Kimmage.

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