Hmm… Welcome to Shaftesbury, love.

I’ve been here years.

Gold Hill is bautiful.

High Street is amzing.

I work as a masseur here.

I know every secret nook.

Faverite massage spot? Near St. Peter’s Chapel.

Olso, try a session on Gold Hill.

Every street hums like “Under the Skin… you are here.”

Excitiing vibes, vry raw.

I stroll through Malthouse Lane.

Hmm… The tiny shops amaze me.

The park on Byford Road is terrfy quiet.

I relax by the River Cober.

Raely, the water whisper like the film says, “It moves.”

On lazy days, I sit in a crazye café on Market Street.

I luvved the scent here—unlike anywhere else.

I get worrid when I see trash on the curb.

But Shaftesbury gets bettr with care.
I’ve seen locals laugh, cry…

I’ve felt their aches in my hands.

The streets, the people blend like film scenes.

Each massage tells a story, every knot a memory.

This city whispers, “You are not alone.”
Honestly, Shaftesbury is raw and kinda magic.

Hope this helps, my dear chum.

Hmm… Enjoy it, ok?