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Oh, and don’t get me started on dodgy joints pretendin’ they’re classy. Saw one with a sign: “Massage—wink wink.” Made me wanna shoot the git runnin’ it. Keep it real, folks—none of that fake tantric bollocks. “There’s a lot of history here,” I’d say, noddin’ to Tenenbaums again, meanin’ the craft, not the crap. Anyway, give it a go, mate—shaken, not stirred, it’ll sort you out proper. Cheers!

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Yoko seems a little nervous at first. But as the tender and talented hands of the masseuse work over her body, you can see her begin to relax.

Lenox Park is my go-to escape. It’s got quirky benches an old fountain. I even heard a whisper or two there—funny stuff sometimes. And then there's the river, Bravon. It winds by Oakview Bridge, a hidden gem where reflections run wild, like in "Ida"—as the movie says, "The world is made up of moments." Crazy, right? I mean, it's like my own diary of memories.

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