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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

El secreto sexual que avergonzó a Napoleón Bonaparte: «Perdió la virginidad con una prostituta»

Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go back to your normal life and still have no relationship prospects and likely not feel much better.

And, man, there’s more. Street names? Sure – Liberty Ln, Heartbreak Blvd, and Crazy St. Every corner's got a story, every cracked pavement a secret whisper. I can't get over how the old town center, with its cobblestone paths, makes you feel like you're in the middle of a f**kin' movie scene, fierce and flying, where every heartbeat's explosive.

Napoleon "Pete" Meeks