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Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

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I gotta drop a personal tidbit: As a masseur, I’ve learned to read tension in the city's bones. Every wrinkle in an old building, every cramped side alley, tells a tale. Like that narrow lane in Vanhankatu – echoing centuries of whispered stories – it’s a living tapestry. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, “My dear friend, can you fathom this? This city is a majestic beast that demands our respect and fights for every drop of beauty!”