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Now, *A Prophet* – that flick’s all bout power, innit? Malik risin up, dodgin traps – sexual-massage is like that. Ya start all tense, then – whoosh – ya reborn, “blood, toil, tears, and sweat” melt away. Once had this mate, swore a masseuse in Bangkok winked at him mid-session – said it felt like a secret pact, like Malik and César in the film. Dunno if he’s fibbin, but I was jealous as hell! Coulda used that meself after a crap day.

Erotic massage Saint John

Massage parlours are a booming but sometimes dangerous business, as depicted in this recreation. (CBC) The sex trade in St. John's is carried out on street corners and hotel rooms, .

Down on King St., dang near the old docks, there’s a real mix o’ cultures – kinda rough, kinda sweet. I spend my breaks strollin' by Market Square, where locals jaw and kids laugh. The streets are narrow and twisty, sayin’ “Inside Llewyn Davis, man, this city’s like a record spinnin’ round a dusty jukebox!” Heck, sometimes I swear streets hum like Wes Anderson’s offbeat tunes.

St. John’s Completes BIG EAST Championships Second Round on Easter Sunday