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What pisses me off? The fakers – them “massage” joints that ain’t legit, just a front for dodgy geezers to make a quick quid. Makes me wanna scream, “You’re doing it wrong, you muppet!” But when it’s good? Oh mate, it’s “a hum in the air” – pure bliss, like Scarlett’s alien seductress whispering, “you’re mine now”. Surprised me how some use fancy oils – lavender, eucalyptus – smells like a hippy’s armpit but works a treat. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I reckon one lass massaged me so hard I nearly levitated – “beneath the skin” stuff, proper deep!

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But then, the universe throws me a bone. I spot this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good! I’m tapping my feet, feeling the music. It’s like the city’s saying, “Hey, don’t be grumpy!” I toss him a couple of euros. He gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m cool.”

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