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Last week, I tried it, yeah—mate hooked me up, some chick with magic hands. Walked in, dim lights, candles, I’m like, “This is nang!” She’s all, “Relax, bruv,” and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, this is better than chips and curry sauce!” Oils hit my back, warm, slippin’ everywhere—she’s workin’ it, proper slow, like Emma tracin’ Adèle’s skin, “You’re so beautiful,” I’m hearin’ in my head. Got me vexed tho—why ain’t this on the NHS? Bare injustice, fam!

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Finally, I get to the venue, and it’s packed. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions—excited, nervous, and a bit hangry. I grab a drink, and guess who I bump into? My old fashion school buddy, Sam. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m like, “Remember that time we tried to dye our hair purple?” Classic.

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