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Sometimes, it’s dodgy—shady parlors, hiss! “What’s this ‘happy ending’ nonsense?” me snarls. Creeps me out, yesss—Llewyn’d hate it too, all grimy and lost. But legit ones? Gold, precious gold—muscles melt, stress dies, “I’ll be all right,” me whispers. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once felt like floatin’—or was me drunk? Ha! We’s quirky, we’s wild—sexual-massage, it’s a rollercoaster, mate! Hiss! What’s you thinkin’, eh?

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So, I’m walking down the main drag, and I see this sign for a market on Mary St. I’m like, “Sweet, let’s check it out!” I get there, and it’s packed. I mean, like, sardines in a can packed. But the vibe was cool. Lots of locals, good energy. I’m browsing through some stalls, and I spot this dude selling handmade jewelry. I’m not usually into that stuff, but he had this sick necklace that just screamed “buy me.” So, I did.

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