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Last week, right, I’m pondering this, half-pissed on a pint, and I reckon—why ain’t this in the NHS? Imagine the queue! “Oi, doc, me back’s knackered, chuck in some erotic-massage!” Nurses’d be fuming, but patients? Grinning like loons. Gets me all tingly just thinking it. Oh, and the smells—lavender, mate, or maybe something spicy—hits ya like a whiff of Llewyn’s folk tunes, all mellow then *wham*, seductive as hell.

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Then I decide to stroll down the Kromme Rijn. Beautiful river, right? But guess what? I see this dude trying to fish. He’s got a line in the water, and I’m thinking, “What’s he catchin’?” Turns out, he’s just snagged a boot. A freakin’ boot! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who needs fish when you can have footwear?

Solar farms, power stations and water treatment plants can be attractions instead of eyesores