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So, last week, tried it meself - mate’s a masseur, dodgy geezer. Slippery hands, dim lights, I’m half laughin’, half “what the fuck?” He’s kneadin’ me traps, I’m groanin’ - not sexy groanin’, mind ya, more like a creaky door. Then - surprise! He’s whisperin’ some tantric nonsense, “energy flowin’,” and I’m like, “Bruv, just rub the knot out!” Nearly clocked him, but it worked - felt like a king after. “The wind no longer blows,” as the film says – calm, eerie, fuckin’ lush.

Oof, there's so many quirky bits! Like, near Harmony Square, I overheard someone say, "You know, we’re all just looking for a second chance." Kinda hit my heart, ya know? And then there's sudden spurts of excitement when the local ice cream truck rolls by – ding ding – that's when I feel like a kid again.

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