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Wot gets me goat, though? Them snobs who reckon it’s low-class. Oi, mate, loosen up! Had me ragin’ once—some toff in Westminster bangin’ on about “decency,” while I’m like, “Bruv, chill, it’s just a massage with extras!” Happy as a pig in muck, I’d be, sprawled out, oil drippin’, some bird whisperin’ sweet nothings. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect it’d be so… posh-like? Thought it’d be all seedy, but nah, some places are swanky—marble floors, the lot!

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.