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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

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Alright, listen up, lemme tell ya about Mount-Healthy (us)—this place is somethin’ else. I’ve been here for years, ya know? As a masseur, I can tell you—I see more backs than a chiropractor on overtime! Anyway, Mount-Healthy is full of little quirks and spots you just don’t notice unless you’re in the business of massage and caffeine-fueled gossip.

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