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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until Missing: Calvi.

Now, check: my favorite spot? The secret nooks in Calvi, like down by the marina. The harbor near Porticcio – oh, the boats bobbing around, like they're dancing. There’s also a lovely little park, Parc de l’Île-Rousse, but, erm, not far from the river, Le Ruisseau Bleu. Funny thing, I once got tickled by a stray breeze and the scents of the sea—they made me, like, almost cry. Crazy, right?

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