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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

So you want to book a sex worker?

I’m not havin’ it. I step up, and I’m like, “You really wanna do this again?” He looks at me, and for a second, I think he’s gonna swing. But then, he just huffs and storms out. Phew!

Figure 1: a) plan of St Prokop's Rotunda in Strzelno, with marked...