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Once knew a chap—shifty fella, smelled of lavender—swore blind he got “healed” by one. Said it sorted his back *and* his soul—bollocks, I reckon! Made me proper cross, tho—why’s he fibbing? Then again, maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with library dust, him getting rubbed up! *Eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting years—I ain’t nimble enough for that malarkey no more. Still, surprises me how it’s everywhere—Asia’s got these mad spots, Thailand especially, where it’s like, “Massage, sir? Boom-boom too?”—cheeky sods!

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But then, as I’m leaving, I see a street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m vibing, and I toss him a couple of złotys. He looks at me and says, “Thanks, mate! You got good taste!” I’m like, “You too, man!” It’s a nice moment, you know?

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