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So, I’m ponderin’, right—sexual-massage ain’t just hands. It’s oil, dim lights, weird moans. Saw this X post once, dude swore Cleopatra got ‘em daily. True? Hell if I know, sounds dope tho. Imagine that, ancient Egypt, oiled up, gettin’ freaky. Prolly pissed off the servants, “Another one? I’m tired!” Got me laughin’, ‘cause I’d be mad too. Rubbin’ royalty all day? Nah, fam.

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Finally, I get to the farm, and it’s chaos. Sheep everywhere! I mean, I love my job, but today felt like herding cats. Or, well, sheep. I’m shoutin’ “Oi! Get back here!” like a madman. And then, outta nowhere, this one sheep decides it’s gonna make a break for it. I’m chasin’ it down the road, past the old church on All Saints Street. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’m gonna be the shearer who lost a sheep in Hastings.”

HMRC loses VAT battle of Hastings for the second time