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Gets me buzzin’, honest—hands slidin’, muscles givin’ in, pure bliss. But—ugh—some dodgy parlors out there, yeah? Grubby vibes, sketchy blokes, pisses me off proper. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I see through that shite, mate. Had this one time, right, lass with magic fingers—thought I’d levitate! “This is the fuckin’ life!”—straight outta the movie, that’s me screamin’ in my head. Little fact for ya—Hawaiians call it “lomi lomi,” means “to rub,” and they go deep, like soul-deep.

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Too many bits, innit? So if you roll into Loyew (by), dive deep. Explore them quirky lanes, keep your mind open and your heart ready for mad experiences. You’ll see - every brick got a story, each whisper in the wind be like “Come on, like a flower in a desolate world, man.”

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