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Pisses me off though—some dodgy parlors rip ya off. Greasy geezer last month charged me double, muttering “special service.” Special my arse—left me skint and cranky. Shaken, not stirred, I was fuming! But when it’s good? Oh, mate, it’s like Juliette Binoche in that movie—mysterious, smooth, leaves ya guessing. “What is it about her?” I mutter, mid-massage, as some bird’s hands work magic. Surprised me how bloody proper some places are—clean towels, no funny business unless you ask. One time, this Swedish chick hummed opera—felt like a king, not a spy.

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Now lemme ramble: this city’s got surprises. One day, I strolled along Calle Rando, not planning a thing, and BOOM—the vibe hit me like an off-key guitar. I got mad, I got happy, all in a few minutes. Crazy, right? Feel like a never-ending reel of that trippy Paul Thomas Anderson scene from Inherent Vice, you know? “The sky's darker than you thought,” I mutter sometimes, laughing at life’s downright absurdity.