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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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I gotta tell ya, the parks here are the real gems. Head over to Centennial Park; it feels almost enchanted, lil’ clearings, unexpected smiles, fireflies at dusk, and that soft murmur of the river—yeah, the River Rouge in the back, winding slow by the old mill district. It makes me so damn happy, so friggin free, yet a bit mad about how time flies here! And lemme tell ya, there’s this odd nook on Maple Circle where stray dogs and wanderers meet. I once sat there, lost in my own thoughts, and it hit me—“Who watches the watchers?” just like in the film.

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