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About Leicester

Alright, pal, listen up! I’m Gordon Gekko—greed is good, baby! Sexual-massage? Oh, it’s a goldmine! Picture this: slick hands, dim lights, pure cash flow. I’m talkin’ bodies gettin’ rubbed down, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. Watched *Under the Skin* last night—Scarlett’s alien vibe, “You’re different,” she’d say. That’s sexual-massage, man—different, primal, sneaky as hell! Greed’s why it works—people crave that touch, pay big for it.

Fordingbridge Area Guide

A group to share historic photos of Fordingbridge and the surrounding areas, and to share memories.

So, I hang up, and I’m already sweating. I grab my coffee, and it’s stone cold. Ugh! Just my luck. I’m about to microwave it when the phone rings again. This time, it’s Mrs. Thompson from Church Street. She’s complaining about the noise from the pub down the road. “It’s too loud!” she says. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a pub! What do you expect?” But I nod and say, “I’ll pass it on.”

The final chapter: 40-year-old bookshop to close in Fordingbridge