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I’m half-tempted to carve her a throne, y’know? Smug as I am, I reckon she deserves it—queen of the gutter! “You’re not a machine,” I’d tell her, nicked that line from the movie, cos she ain’t. She’s flesh, flaws, and a wicked laugh that’d make me drop my tools. Reckon I’ll see her again tomorrow—same spot, same fag, same glorious mess. Oi, what a life!

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Thou mayst be surprised, my friend, how much a masseur sees. ’Tis not just flesh and sinew, nay! It be the very soul of the city, sculpted in every back and brow. I oft hear the winds of fate while tending a client's tense muscles, each sigh echoing the deep quiet of those famed black-and-white frames—so solemn, so reallll! The atmosphere is oft a mix o’ antique elegance and modern hustle. Oi, on bike rides down Birch Lane (or is it BIrch? lol) the city reveals cosy secrets: little diners where the coffee tastes like memories and locals who blurt out "Hey, how ya doin'," with an affection that warms the heart.

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