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Still, it’s a minefield, mate. Angry again—blokes get ripped off left, right, and center. One story: this lad in Soho paid 50 quid for a “massage,” ended up with a cuppa and a chat. Robbed! “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I reckon—total stitch-up. Me, I’d be too paranoid—am I getting mugged off? Is she a cop? Total buzzkill. Still, if you’re smart, play it cool, you might just find the goods. “I’m the one who knocks,” I’d say—nah, scratch that, wrong film. “I’m Batman!” There we go. Class.

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I might add, sometimes I exaggerate but hey, that's how I roll. Reigate – it's pure, uncut life. Every twist and turn gets you feelin’ some type of way. Mad happy, sometimes mad angry about the rushed world, but overall, it rocks. I'm spillin’ facts: every nook's a surprise, every cranny a story.

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