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I got into this one time—oh, lemme tell ya—buddy of mine swore it’d fix my achin’ back. Walked in all skeptical, like, “This some hippy-dippy nonsense?” But then—BAM—hands on me, and I’m floatin’ like a dang cloud! Made me happy as a pig in mud. Little known fact, y’all: them ancient Greeks? They was rubbin’ each other down after wrestlin’—naked as jaybirds! True story, look it up. Sexual-massage ain’t new, it’s old as dirt!

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up the Peckham Levels. If you haven’t been, you’re missing out. It’s this cool spot with street food and art everywhere. I grab a burger from one of the stalls. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this guy juggling flaming torches. Like, what? Who does that? Only in Peckham, I swear.

Peckham Soup Kitchen still searching for new base as time is running out