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Me, I’d be chuffed to bits trying it—happy as a pig in muck! But cor, the price—50 quid for 30 mins? Robbery, that is! Got me fuming once—some posh spa charged me double, and the lass barely spoke English! “Veni, vidi, vici,” I muttered—came, saw, conquered nothing! Still, when it’s good, it’s *bloody* good—muscles melt, stress buggers off, and—well—you know. Surprised me first time, I’ll tell ya—didn’t expect the “extra” bit! Eyes popped out like a cartoon—*pro bono publico*, my arse!

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Tombel’s streets got soul. There's vibe on Rue des Palmiers—so rough n’ real. I hustle near Yaoundé Avenue, and lemme tell ya, that block's lit. The massage parlor’s on Boulevard des Rêves, right next to that quirky café, Café Mzanga. I swear, every corner holla’s at me.

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