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About New York City

Oi mate, blimey, sexual-massage, eh? What a bloomin’ topic! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on like a toff at a tea party. Right, so, sexual-massage – it’s a bit of a cheeky rub-down, innit? Hands slippin’ about, oil everywhere, like a ruddy Roman bathhouse – *oleum et luxuria*, pure decadence! Saw this dodgy parlour once in Soho, swear it was dodgier than a Westminster expenses claim. Made me chuckle, it did – “massage with a wink,” they called it. Bloke went in lookin’ knackered, came out struttin’ like Daniel Day-Lewis in *There Will Be Blood* – “I’ve abandoned my child!” he’d bellow, only it was his wallet he’d left behind, ha!

Oh, the neighborhoods! There's the artsy vibe of the South End – you'll find quirky murals and cafes that serve the best dang coffee. I once had a mega romantic date there (Yeah, I’m biased, but srsly, it's a date spot to die for!). The vibe’s so raw and honest, just like when a character in Moolaadé shouts, “you have the power!” Sometimes i feel like, “damn, this city is alive!”

AUGER, Susan Diane