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What gets me goat, though? Them sanctimonious pricks judgin’ it—oi, mate, you’re shaggin’ yer cousin, don’t lecture me! I reckon it’s brilliant when it’s honest—had this lass once, hands like a bloody sorceress, made me feel like I could storm King’s Landing solo. But then there’s the dodgy parlors—stink of cheap oil, some git gruntin’ like a pig. Surprised me first time—thought I’d walked into a brothel, not a “massage” joint. Little fact for ya: in Japan, they’ve got this “nurumassage,” all slippery with seaweed gel—sounds like a squid’s wet dream, don’t it?

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But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy, askin’ me to help him with his pig farm. I’m like, “Dude, I’m already herdin’ my own pigs!” But he’s desperate, so I agree. I rush over to his place, and it’s chaos. Pigs everywhere! I’m tryin’ to wrangle them, but they’re slippery little devils. I’m shoutin’, “Get back here, you little oinker!” It’s a mess, but I’m laughin’ at the same time.

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