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But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Can anything good come out of Lindale? ** I guess it's all too common for people to discount where they live as “nothing special”.

I got my own secret spots too. An old, hidden alley near King’s Road. Not many know its charm – graffiti stories and wild beats, much like my passion for deep massage therapy. I swear there’s magic in the little corners, the nooks of Lindale. The massage parlor’s seen more truth than any stinkin’ brochure.

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