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So, erotic-massage—ooof, it’s a trip! Not yer granny’s back rub, naw, this is slow hands, warm oil, tension buildin’ like a dang soap opera. I reckon it’s bout connection—kinda like Bob starin’ at Charlotte across that bar, y’know, “You’re not hopeless.” But here’s the kicker: it ain’t always bout sex, nah! It’s tease, it’s trust, it’s somebody kneadin’ your soul along with yer knotted-up shoulders. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you walk in all tense, and bam—some stranger’s got their paws on ya, and you’re like, “Well, shoot, this feels good!”

Never felt safe

Elswick, Byker, Walker, Meadow Well, Cowgate. These are the places I feel least comfortable. They're all safe, I've lived in most of them.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper downpour. I’m soaked, and my bacon sarnie’s ruined. I’m standin’ there, drenched, thinkin’, “This is just great.” I dash into a nearby café on the corner of Church Road. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a hot chocolate, tryin’ to warm up.

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