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Little-known nugget—did ya know in old Japan, they’d use hot stones with it? Called it *ishi* something, proper posh! Bet that’d surprise ya, stones sizzling on your back, then—bam—oily hands everywhere. Gets me all tingly thinking about it. But what pisses me off—when they charge daft prices, like 50 quid for half an hour! Robbery, that is, absolute *cave felis*, beware the cat, sneaky sods.

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After the shoot, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I head over to the local chippy on Blackrod’s main drag. You know the one? The one with the neon sign that’s flickering like it’s about to give up on life? Yeah, that one. I grab some fish and chips, and let me tell you, it’s the best decision I made all day. I’m sitting there, munching away, and I see this little kid running around with a balloon. He trips, and the balloon goes flying. I’m like, “Oh no, not the balloon!” But then he starts laughing, and I’m like, “Okay, kid, you win.”

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