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But then—oh glory!—I stumble on a gem. Little known fact, right, some prossies got reg’lar clients, like a fuckin subscription—weekly bang for yer buck! This one chick, mate, she’s got a flat near Soho, proper discreet. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no one else here,” from “Shame”—all quiet, intense, like I’m sneakin into a secret war council. She’s fit, too—curves like the hills of bloody Kent! I’m chuffed to bits, heart poundin like a drumroll at Dunkirk.

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Now, lemme share a weird, yet chill moment: I once gave a massage in a tiny studio on Carrer de la Rabassa – remember that street? Yeah, kinda off the main drag. That day, I end up talking about life, the universe – life is quirky, unpredictable, like that movie line "Life is a journey, not a destination", ya know? And I felt so connected to every muscle in my body, lost in the aura of Palma’s heartbeat.

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