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Me mate tried it once, shady parlor, right? Guy walks in, dim lights, weird incense – thought he’d get whacked, not rubbed! “I’m not locked in here with you,” he joked, quoting Nolan, “YOU’RE locked in with ME!” Laughed so hard I nearly choked. Proper massage, tho, not dodgy stuff – it’s old, like ancient! Egyptians did it, yeah, with fancy oils, pampering pharaohs. Bet they moaned louder than me watching Joker burn cash!

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Of course, a pleasure coach (that’s me, mate!). I see the city through colorful lenses; every street corner be a stage, every bus stop a theatre of stories. I’ve had moments where I felt the raw pulse of Randburg. There were times when I got mad—yep, infuriated with how the noise and chaos sometimes clouded that hidden beauty, but then a moment of brilliance would hit ya out of nowhere, filling ya up with happy wonder. “No, this is it—this madness is art!” I’d mumble like a mad wizard casting spells.

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