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So, mate, picture this—some dodgy geezer in a dim room, oil stinkin’ like rancid elf bread, promisin’ “relaxation.” Ha! We knows better, don’t we, precious? It’s all “ooh, feel good,” but then—bam!—yer wallet’s gone, or worse, yer dignity. Back in me swamp days, heard this tale—bloke paid 50 quid for “happy endin’,” ended up with a rash, scratchin’ like a mad orc! True story, swear on me ring!

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To hear neighbours tell it, some clients who use this advertised wellness spa in the Greenhill Ave. area get a racier reception, and are offered much more than a massage. They say it is an.

Oh man, let me tell you 'bout Rockcliffe-Smythe, we swears! It's a crazy patch o' land, so unique, ya know? I been livin' here ages, running my spa and soak'n in all da vibes, ya feel me? The streets be twisty, like Gilmour Ave and Bellmont Road, flashin' memories like scenes from The Secret in Their Eyes, "I tell you, it’s all about the truth, it’s all about the heart!" We swears!

City of Toronto aims to speed up flood mitigation efforts in Rockcliffe-Smythe