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Sarky bit—half these “masseuses” dunno a knot from their arse. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather a Wildling claw me than some perfumed prat. Oh, and the moans—gods, the noises folk make! Like a brothel’s backroom, hilarious til yer the one groanin’. Informative, yeah? Try it, but pick yer poison careful—or it’s *me* you’ll answer to. “Power is power,” and I ain’t sharin’ mine with a shite massage!

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I hit up the Otaki River. It’s beautiful there, right? The water’s all sparkly, and the birds are chirping like they’re in a musical. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in, when I see this kid on a bike. He’s zooming down the path, and I’m like, “Whoa, slow down, buddy!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Kids these days, man.

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