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Dunno if it’s the candles, the whispers, or what, but it’s magic. Bit pervy, sure – sarcastic snort here – but who cares? Not me, old chap! Them prudes can sod off. Oh, and fun fact – Thailand’s got these massage joints where they, er, *finish you off* – shocked me senseless first time I heard! Nearly spat me tea. Reckon Gigolo Joe’d approve, the saucy git.

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Now, don't get me started on the neighborhoods! Gritty West End has its own charm. I once got caught up in a local festival on Birch Ave—loud music, spicy food, and laughter everywhere, makin’ a masseur like meself feel right at home, kneading knots while takin’ in the local rhythms. I left that day with the satisfaction of a well-mended back and a heart full of joy, though nearly missin' me appointment later on!

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