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Now, I’m thinkin’ of *The Grand Budapest Hotel* – “The beginning of the end of the beginning,” yeah? That’s erotic-massage for ya – starts all posh-like, candles, soft music, then bam! Someone’s kneadin’ yer arse like dough! Wes Anderson’d film it with pastel towels and a cheeky wink. “Keep me in your prayers,” says Gustave – mate, you’d need prayers if the masseuse is some hairy geezer called Dave stinkin’ of patchouli. Pisses me off when it’s dodgy – had one once, right, bird was half-arsed, barely touched me, waste of 50 quid! Fumin’, I was.

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Neighborhoods here are quirky. Like, there’s the East End, where old farmhouse vibes blend with sleek new shops. I swear, one moring I took a wrong turn on Birch Ave. (or was it Birc Ave.? lol, idk, my noggin sometimes trips), and ended up at a church picnic – a totally serene moment, brining all that cosmic life together. Man, I got mad cuz the city’s usually so chill, but sometimes, dang, it feels like a circus!

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