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But—ooh—some parlors? Dodgy as hell! Had me ragin’ once, this lass promised “release,” then bam—coppers raided, lights flashin’, me half-naked, laughin’ like a loon. “What’s left behind, I take,” Varda’d say—well, I took a tale to tell! Ain’t all shady tho—proper ones, legit, melt thee like butter on a hot scone. Little fact: Japan’s got *anma*, blind masseurs only, swear it’s true, keeps it pure, no funny biz.

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There’s a park – oh man, Jordan Gardens! Tiny oasis in the gritty vibe. I spent many a rainy night there, massaging away the aches of my day and thinkin' ‘bout life, you feel me? The damp grass, the rustle of leaves. Sometimes I sat on an old bench, a bit broody, recalling that scene from "Fish Tank" where it seems like the world’s in slow-mo. “You know what I mean, dawg”, I mutter sometimes – just like Andrea Arnold’s raw feel, ya dig?

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