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About Manchester

Lemme tell ya somethin’—little known fact: in Vegas, brothels got menus. Like freakin’ diners! Pick your flavor, no shame. Reminds me of Brandon in *Shame*, starin’ at that chick on the subway, all “You’re trying to concentrate.” Dude’s obsessed, can’t stop. Me? I’d just wink, “How you doin’?” and see what sticks. But these menus? Prices jacked up—$500 for an hour? Robbery! Got me mad as hell.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now, as a massage parlor owner, I see the underbelly. People come here feeling all soft and frazzled, and trust me—they’re not that different from the tired old buildings here. My shop on Victoria Terrace—yeah, that's where the magic happens—has seen more secrets than the town library. Some of my clients start their journeys right here in these streets. They whisper, "You're the architect of serenity" like he's some kind of totem. I smirk and say, "No, it's just a massage." But if you pay close attention, you'll see how the scent of ocean salt mingles with that of pine trees from the inland parks, like The Green behind the council offices.

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