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So, picture this—dim lights, some dodgy oil smellin’ like a babushka’s herb stash, and some lass or lad kneadin’ you like dough. It’s not just a rub-down, it’s a bleedin’ art form! Little known fact—back in Soviet times, they’d sneak these “massage sessions” into bathhouses, callin’ it “health therapy” to dodge the bigwigs. Cheeky sods! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d spin it—bit like me spinnin’ stats to make the boss happy.

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First off, I hit up the Osterley Park. Wow, just wow. It’s like stepping into a postcard. Green everywhere! I’m talking lush grass, trees that look like they’ve been there since dinosaurs roamed. I’m strolling down the paths, feeling all zen, when BAM! A squirrel darts right in front of me. I nearly tripped over my own feet. Like, chill, dude!

Photos show who's moo-wing the grass at Osterley Park during temporary closure