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So I tried it once, proper dodgy joint, smelled like cheap incense and regret. Bird’s hands on me, I’m thinkin’, “This is it, Ricky, you’ve peaked!” Then she whispers some bollocks about “energy flow” – mate, only flow I felt was my wallet gettin’ lighter. “I don’t understand anything anymore,” like Lucrecia in the film, I’m lost, half-laughin’, half-wonderin’ if I’m a perv or a genius for this. Cost me a ton, too – 80 quid for 30 minutes! Daylight robbery, but those hands? Bloody magic.

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So, I finally get to the market on the corner of West Street. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce everywhere, and the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven. I grab a bacon butty from this little stall. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love a good bacon butty? I’m munching away, and this guy next to me starts chatting. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We hit it off, and he invites me to his studio on Victoria Street.

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