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About Lille

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like that kid David from *A.I.*, y’know? “I’m real, I’m real!” – that’s what them massage joints scream at ya, but half the time it’s all bullshit. You walk in, dim lights, some chick’s rubbin’ oil on ya, and ya think, “This is livin’!” – but then, bam, ya realize it’s a front for somethin’ else. Made me mad as hell once, got duped in Atlantic City. Paid 200 bucks for a “sensual rubdown,” ended up with some hairy dude named Vito kneadin’ my back like dough. Fuckin’ disgrace!

Where can I get an erotic massage in London?

I loooove wandering the narrow alleys near the Vieux Port... oh wait, not exactly a port, but that little trickle of a river called "La Riviere des Songes". Its ripples, like in Leviathan’s scene, make you think “our land is in danger” – but nah, it's just nature's way of groovin'.

What’s behind Castel’s ‘Haute Couture’ wine range?