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So, I’m thinkin – them hands knead ya like dough, but with a cheeky twist. Little known fact? Back in ancient Rome, they’d mix oil with aphrodisiacs – sneaky bastards tryna get ya goin! Makes me chuckle, imagining some toga bloke goin “ooh la la” mid-rub. Got me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin how clever they were. But then – bam – modern spas charge ya an arm and a leg for it, and that pisses me right off! Fifty quid for a “happy ending”? Robbery, I say!

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So, I’m running around, trying to make everything look perfect. I’m sweating bullets, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about all the paperwork I didn’t finish. And then, just as I’m about to lose it, my colleague, Lisa, walks in with a coffee. Bless her soul! She’s like, “You good?” I’m like, “No, I’m not good! We’re about to be inspected!”

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