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But, ugh, some idiots ruin it—sloppy hands, no skill, hissss! Saw a post on X once, bloke braggin’ ‘bout his “massage skills,” linked a vid—total rubbish, mate! Made me wanna claw me own trunk off! And the price, oi, some charge a fortune—50 quid for a rub? “I will not bow!” I’d yell, like Solomon fightin’ back! Hiss! Still, when it’s good, oooh, me’s happy as a hobbit with second breakfast—warm, melty, yesss.

Later, a woman walks in. She’s got this amazing energy. Her name’s Miriam, and she’s a local artist. She starts talking about her latest mural on Ha’Nesher Street. I’m intrigued. She’s passionate, and I can’t help but smile. She orders a gin and tonic, and we chat about art and life. It’s refreshing, ya know?

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