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Oi mate, blimey, sexual-massage, eh? What a bloomin’ topic! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on like a toff at a tea party. Right, so, sexual-massage – it’s a bit of a cheeky rub-down, innit? Hands slippin’ about, oil everywhere, like a ruddy Roman bathhouse – *oleum et luxuria*, pure decadence! Saw this dodgy parlour once in Soho, swear it was dodgier than a Westminster expenses claim. Made me chuckle, it did – “massage with a wink,” they called it. Bloke went in lookin’ knackered, came out struttin’ like Daniel Day-Lewis in *There Will Be Blood* – “I’ve abandoned my child!” he’d bellow, only it was his wallet he’d left behind, ha!

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Lemme tell ya, while it’s hectic some days, these streets have MAJOR heartbeats, like every concrete slab’s spinnin’ its own little story. I sometimes hear laughter echo off walls on Walnut Street, random snippets of convo that feel like little life epics—drama and humor mashed together. And yeah, I admitted it – sometimes I'm mad at slow walkers on Oak Lane, lol... I mean, c’mon, hurry up, ya know!?

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