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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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Oh, and there's a hidden gem I love: a wee café on Vlierstraat. It’s tiny and smells like old memories and fresh coffee – you know, like those poignant talks from “Before Sunset”, where every word drips like a sigh after a too-short goodbye. Remember "Before Sunset" mate? "You know what they say about meeting in the middle..." – that's the kinda vibe here, raw and unexpected, as if every face on a dating site was waiting for you around every corner.

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