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Anyways, I’d suck at hagglin’—too nice, prolly overpay. “Here’s extra for donuts, sweetie!”—D’oh! Total Homer move. An’ *Certified Copy* vibes’d mess me up more—“Is this love or a transaction?” Ugh, brain hurts! I’d just bail, grab a beer, an’ watch the movie again. “The truth? What truth?”—that’s what the guy says, an’ I’m like, yeah, what truth indeed? Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, too confusin’ for this Simpson!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Rotherhithe.

I spend my days massaging away stressed souls. Being around bodies and secrets, lemme tell ya, Rotherhithe’s secrets are deep. I’ve seen folks relax near the riverside walk near the Brunel Engine House. Real life drama, no script. One day, I was in the back alley near Wisemans, thinking of "I'm just a guy, a guy who's in love with you"—yeah, Eddie, you know the flick, right? —and suddenly the Thames whispers stories of dockers and dreamers.

DPD donates first all-electric Variety Sunshine Coach to Rotherhithe Primary school in UK