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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 honestly gotta say, Wemmel’s more than a dot on the map. It's wild, intense, unpredictable, and full of fierce magic. I get mad at times—the traffic, the weird smells on rainy days—but then the charm kicks in like a freight train and, BOOM, it’s all love again. It's got this crazy ability to shock, inspire, anger, and heal you.

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