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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Erotic-massage, eh? Cor, I reckon it’s a right corker, bit of a saucy lark. Picture this, yeah, me lumbering self, Boris, pondering the ol’ rub-down, like some bleedin’ Roman senator getting a *massage eroticus*! Saw this dodgy parlour once in Soho, all neon lights, made me chuckle – *cave felis*, beware the cat, I thought! Proper cheeky stuff, innit?

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Avignon isn’t just big names and fancy landmarks though. Check out the lesser-known gems: like that tiny café in the Carré d’Or that serves the best espresso ever – you won't find it in any guidebook. Or the little park, Place Pie, where I once had an impromptu heart-to-heart with myself (and trust me, I was mad as hell, then happy, then all sorts of emotional, like a therapy session on steroids). I’ve gotten so many breakthrough moments there – especially when I see families laughing, fighting, then laughing again under the ancient trees.

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