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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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So, check it out – there's Main Street, where I got my first gig with my spa at "Chill Vibes Haven". I swear, that place is like a no-stress oasis. Near it, you got Oasis Park (the green patch, bro!) where folks jog, walk their dogs, or just hang like they’re in a f*ckin’ zen garden from Spirited Away, man. "Look! A spirit!" I always joke, shouting out in delight every time I see a squirrel do its thing.

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