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About Leicester

So I tried it once—don’t judge me! Walked into this shady joint, dim lights, incense burnin’, and I’m thinkin’, “What am I doin’ here?” The masseuse—oh, she’s all calm, whisperin’, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! I’m sweatin’ bullets!” Hands start movin’, slow, too slow—suddenly I’m paranoid! Is this legal? Am I on a list now? But then—oh boy—it’s good, real good. “I’m gonna make it on Broadway!”—that’s me, yellin’ in my head, feelin’ like a king. Muscles loosenin’, tension gone, and I’m floatin’—like Tyrone smokin’ his pipe, but no crash after.

The Oasis Beauty Studio

So, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, grabbin’ a cuppa from that little café, you know, the one near the old church? Can’t remember the name, but their scones are to die for. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my tea, and suddenly, I see this massive barge comin’ down the river. Like, seriously, it’s the size of a bloody whale! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. More work.”

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