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“Holy Motors”, Oscar drive limo, brothel got no limo, just donkey cart, hah! I see girl, she wink, I think, “Wery sexy time!” But then – boom – her tooth fall out, plop on floor. I scream, “What this?!” She laugh, say “souvenir”. Me confuse, but take tooth, put in pocket. True story, I swear, wery strange.

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The distinctive sauna in one of the massage rooms has gone and now along with Pandora's in Fallowfield it is one of just two parlours in Greater Manchester that only opens at night, though .

Blue-Bell ain't just a dot on the map. It's got these quirky streets like Windermere Road and Ironwood Avenue, where every corner hides a story. I walk these blocks every day, rubbin' away aches and pain – and sometimes picking up tidbits of local gossip, you know? Seriously, I've heard more secrets in these back alleys than in a confessional booth. I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm in one of those Kiarostami flicks – “The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.” I mean, truly, it's like watching your life play out in slow motion. It's crazy how these places mix cultures and memories, much like a beautifully messy film reel.

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