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“We shall fight in the fields!” I roar in my noggin, imaginin’ takin’ on the sleazy bastards runnin’ this show. Fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 14th century! Sailors, horny buggers, kickin’ it off. History’s wild, mate. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up—name’s Ruby, she says. “How much?” I ask, casual-like. “50 quid,” she smirks. Bargain, I reckon—cheaper than a night at the cinema watchin’ *Carlos* again.

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Back to my work – as a masseur, I learn people's secrets through their tired muscles. I see the hidden stories in each frown or wrinkle. I even sometimes joke, “Yo, your back's got a story, right?” and they spill the beans. Like a living anthology of life! Rothwell lends itself well to that calm vibe; it’s like every massage is a whisper, “Would you like to come over?” in its own subtle way.

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