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But—ooh—some parlors? Dodgy as hell! Had me ragin’ once, this lass promised “release,” then bam—coppers raided, lights flashin’, me half-naked, laughin’ like a loon. “What’s left behind, I take,” Varda’d say—well, I took a tale to tell! Ain’t all shady tho—proper ones, legit, melt thee like butter on a hot scone. Little fact: Japan’s got *anma*, blind masseurs only, swear it’s true, keeps it pure, no funny biz.

Call to book

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Seymour Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m lookin’ for some good veggies. But it’s a mad house! People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to grab some tomatoes. I swear, I almost got elbowed by an old lady. She was on a mission!

Man who fatally stabbed seasonal worker banned from Blenheim