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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Chris Vos, Alex Stiff and Marc Cazorla play like modern day punks, old school rockers and channel the blues that nurtures the roots of their music. Let's.

I also dig the calm of Río Cazorla. I sit by its banks when work gets crazy. Water babbles like it knows all your secrets. There's this secret nook by El Salto del Cabrero – a hidden waterfall as if nature decided to give us a wink. I was there once, so cold it made my bones shiver! Crazy, huh?

Noble was fuming that West Ham sold their own Cazorla, now he’s worth £3.3m