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Oh, and the oils—slippery as hell, smells like heaven. One time, this chick used somethin’ that made me smell like a damn lavender field. Laughed my ass off, thinkin’, “Man, I’m a snack now!” Total *Inherent Vice* moment—“This is a sign, man!”—like the universe was prankin’ me. But damn, it felt good, real good. Hands dancin’ all over, teasin’, not too crazy but juuuust enough. You get me?

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Then I decide to grab a bite. I wander over to the Bootle Strand. It’s got shops, cafes, the whole shebang. I’m feelin’ peckish, so I hit up this little chippy. Best fish and chips in town, or so they say. I order, and the lady behind the counter is all smiles. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes!” But then, she drops my chips. Like, seriously? I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ my golden treasures hit the floor. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But she just laughs it off. I guess it’s just chips, right?

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