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What pisses me off? When folks judge it—like, “Oh, that’s dirty!” Nah, man, it’s art! Takes skill to blend relaxation with that *oomph*. I’ve seen masseuses train for years—pressure points, energy flow, the works. One wrong move, and yer client’s snorin’ instead of moanin’. Total buzzkill. But when it’s done right? Holy capacitors, it’s electric! Happiest day ever was when I stumbled on this underground spa in ’89—total secret, hush-hush. Felt like I’d cracked time travel!

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the chaos. I stroll down Westferry Circus, and I’m just vibing, you know? The skyscrapers are towering over me, and I’m feeling small but kinda inspired. Then I spot this street performer. He’s playing the sax like he’s in a jazz club. I stop, and for a sec, I forget about the world. It’s just me and the music.

Canary Wharf whale sculpture a reminder of plastic waste in oceans