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So, erotic-massage—wot’s the fuss? It’s all handsy, slippery, proper naughty stuff. Not yer nan’s back rub, nah! Think oils, dim lights, some geezer or lass kneadin’ you into a puddle. *Carpe diem*, seize the day, lads! I reckon it’s like *Spring Breakers*—bit of chaos, bit of thrill. “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—that’s what they’d yell mid-massage, if it went full Korine. Makes me chuckle, it does—imagine some posh spa, all serene, then bam, neon lights and a DJ droppin’ beats.

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Man, oh man, the neighborhoods are something else. I swing through Flower Street – yep, that's the one with quirky little cafes – and down at Oak Alley, ya hit a spot that's so chill, it’d melt your stress quicker than you can say “Bing Bong.” I swear, every corner's a mini relaxation retreat. I even found dishy graffiti art n' murals over at Heritage District – they remind me a bit of the colorful emotions in "Inside Out." Feels like the town itself is singing "Yay, happiness" on every wall.

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