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Gets me proper mad, though—half these so-called “experts” are rubbish! Sloppy hands, no rhythm, like a drunk chef fuckin’ up a soufflé. I’d shove their face in it—“What is this SHITE?!” But when it’s good? Oh mate, I’m buzzin’! Had this one bird—pro, yeah?—kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m thinkin’, “This is fuckin’ heaven!” Sparks fly, tension’s gone—better than a Michelin star, I reckon.

I'm not lying, every massage session here is like a mini journey through these streets. Each client tells me stories, like how that gritty corner at Rue Mercier sparks memories, or how the smile on a random stranger’s face makes me wanna keep doin’ what I do. It's all raw, real, and sometimes chaotic—but that's what makes it all so dang beloved.

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