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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!

Crime Rank: 14/100

Downtown’s Main St, man, it's wild. The buildings, the vibes, the bars—TOTALLY iconic. Every time I stroll down Main, I remember, “Only Lovers Left Alive” vibes in every flickering neon light. The coffee shops on Cafe Crescent (yeah, that one) are ALWAYS extra, a perfect spot to chat about love and lust. Look, I’ve been telling my patients, "It’s all about the energy, OK?" And Main St’s got tons of it.

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