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Thing is, it’s all hush-hush, yeah? Makes me proper angry—why’s everyone so prissy ‘bout it? It’s just a rub with a cheeky twist! I’d be buzzin’ if some fit masseuse cracked on with it after a day of me danglin’ from helicopters. But nah, society’s all, “Oh no, how crude!” Bunch of wankers. Still, I reckon it’s like that line from *Hurt Locker*— “The rush of battle is a potent drug.” Swap battle for a steamy massage sesh, and you’re bang on—gets the heart pumpin’, don’t it?

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Just love lantern night. I loved getting my lantern (red- we were known as the whore corps since every window had a red light in it) and I was also a swinger.

Runnin' my parlor, I've seen surprises. People come all kinds. Some mad, some just lookin' for solace in a knead, when life hits rough. I'd say, this town’s secret charm is the blend of quaint streets with the grit of our reality.

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