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Love “The Return” vibes tho. That silence, tension – same when you’re scopin’ streets. “Where’s the boat?” I’d ask meself, like them boys in the film. Boat’s the prize, innit? The lass. Once found one, mate, near the docks – real sly, she was. Eyes sharp, like she’d nick your soul. Gave me chills, but damn, thrilled me too. Paid up, quick job, no fuss. “We’re alive!” I thought, echoin’ the movie’s end.

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Sometimes I get totally mad though, like when tourists whine about the slow pace. Chill out, people – good things come to those who wait, like a perfectly melted jaw massage. Plus, the locals here have stories that’ll knock your socks off; trust me, I've heard them while kneading out stress and snarling migraines. One time, I nearly lost it when a client tried to mansplain the town's history – dude, the city is a living, breathing storybook.

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