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Cringey bit—tried it once, right, slipped off the table mid-session! Oil like a flippin’ ice rink, landed arse-up, masseuse cracking up! “Making my own way,” I wheezed, quoting Bob, red-faced but laughing. Exaggerating? Maybe, but felt like a plonker! Love the vibe tho—beats a team-building seminar any day. “What do you want?” Charlotte’d ask, all deep-like—I’d say, “This, love, this!”