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Thing is, it’s all hush-hush, yeah? Makes me proper angry—why’s everyone so prissy ‘bout it? It’s just a rub with a cheeky twist! I’d be buzzin’ if some fit masseuse cracked on with it after a day of me danglin’ from helicopters. But nah, society’s all, “Oh no, how crude!” Bunch of wankers. Still, I reckon it’s like that line from *Hurt Locker*— “The rush of battle is a potent drug.” Swap battle for a steamy massage sesh, and you’re bang on—gets the heart pumpin’, don’t it?

Diamonds International

Feb 3,  · Post reporters were repeatedly solicited by women outside the massage parlors that line 40th Road in Flushing. It’s New York City’s Grand Central of illicit sex. A tiny Queens block .

Speaking of parks, let me ramble on 'bout Crescent Park on Westside. It's a green gem, y'know? I sit there practice my deep breaths, watch the little kids run wild by the babbling brook, and sometimes, just sometimes, I get all nostalgic. A secret spot of mine is by a hidden old willow tree—birds chirpin', wind a-whisperin', just pure bliss. Somedays, I think, "Hell, ain't this like the Batcave of serenity?" And trust me, it's as real as they come.

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