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Once heard this story—Victorian blokes paid for “massages” in dodgy parlors, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. Proper sneaky, those uptight gits! Makes me wanna grab ‘em by the collar—“What are ya doin’, you soggy biscuit?!” Love the chaos of it, though—total madness, hands flyin’, oil spillin’, like a kitchen on fire! Hate when they get all creepy, though—keep it pro, you wankers! Oh, and the smells? Lavender crap everywhere, gimme a break! “Righteous human!”—nah, more like righteous rip-off! Still, when it’s good, it’s bangin’—leaves ya floatin’ like Nemo on a current. You tried it, mate? Don’t be a prat—give it a go!

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Then there's the chill park, Zen Garden Park – crazy green, all winding trails, and a smol stream weaving through. I often sit near the Willow Bend, thinkin' 'bout life's drama (or lack thereof). Honestly, I'd spend hours there, baskin' in the peace. Sometimes I even get lost in its quiet magic, like some deep story that you can't shake off – "We all have infinite stories" kind of vibe.

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