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So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Halfway through, his phone rings. It’s his mum. He answers it, and I’m just sitting there, awkwardly sipping my water. I can hear her yelling about his “lack of ambition.” I’m dying inside. Like, c’mon, man, I’m trying to help you here!

Emergency services called after man found dead at North Staffordshire house