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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?

Hudson Casts New Light on Its Red-Light Past

There's this little dive bar on Edgewater Blvd – the locals call it "The Drunken Mermaid." Man, its neon sign flickers like a half-forgotten memory. I spent one heck of a night there, laughin’ with strangers who’d later seem like old friends. I won't lie, it made me mad too – sometimes the city’s so damn unpredictable, you wanna spit your drink out in disbelief. But, hey, that’s Hudson, ya feel?

Hudson’s Bay auction of items including 1670 royal charter can go ahead, judge rules