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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live n’ let live, yeah? Had me a giggle once, mate dragged me to one—dim lights, oil everywhere, lass whisperin’ sweet nothins. Felt like a king—till the bill hit! £80? For a rub? “The fog’s gettin’ thicker, man!” I roared, pure Doc-style. Surprised me, tho—some o’ these places got legit skills. Thai-style erotic-massage? Stretches ya bits in ways ya didn’t know possible—bloody hell, I was limber after! But the fakers? They grind me gears—ruinin’ it for the honest lot.

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Look, sometimes I wander through quiet side streets like Calle Luna, where even the cracked pavement seems to whisper old secrets. It’s raw, it’s imperfect, it’s real like No Country for Old Men… that gritty, relentless truth... "if the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?” That’s life here, my friend.

Martin Olivares