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Once tried it meself, yeah? Mate of mine, proper fit bird, says, “Let’s have a go.” I’m like, “Wicked!” But I’m shakin’, fam—nerves or summat. She’s kneadin’ me shoulders, then lower, and I’m thinkin’, “This is peng!” Little fact for ya—did ya know some pros use hot stones in sexual-massage? Blew me mind, that did! Felt like I was meltin’, but in a good way, not like a dodgy kebab.

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”