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I’m obsessed tho. That release? Chef’s kiss. Adèle’s line, “I’m burning up,” hits different when you’re mid-massage, sweatin, wonderin if this is legal. Spoiler: it’s gray-area shit. Cops don’t care unless you’re loud bout it. Anyway, sexual-massage ain’t just hands—it’s power, weirdly. You’re vulnerable, they’re in charge. Kinda hot, kinda messed up. I’d go again, fuck it. Beats therapy.

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Up until the Anti-Prostitution Law in , brothel districts had been licensed since and prostitutes were relatively safe because they were somewhat under the protection of the .

Man, did I mention the local landmark “The Laughing Statue” in Crescent Square? Folks say, “If ya hear it chortle, you're in for a twist!” Haha, like, I swear! And oh, my fav spot? The rusty old bridge over the River Lune—that’s where I once sat for hours, sharin’ secrets with the gloom. Real mullhollanic moments, ya know?