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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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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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