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So, picture this—me, clumsy git, stumblin’ into some dodgy parlour. Dim lights, weird incense—smells like Gran’s attic, hmph! Lass says, “Lie down, relax”—yeah, right! Me legs flailin’, knockin’ over candles—woosh, nearly torched me trousers! “Gotta get out!” I’m thinkin’, but nah, stayed for the rub-down. Hands on me back—ooh, tingly! Like jelly on a trampoline, wobble-wobble.

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I live in Milford and see so many massage parlors open at all times of the night. They're usually Asian, there's usually a few cars outside.

Anyway, I finally parked near the Milford Market. Love that place! Fresh produce everywhere. I’m talking juicy tomatoes, crisp lettuce, and the best strawberries you can find. But guess what? I get there, and the vendor’s outta strawberries! I mean, c’mon! It’s like going to a pub and they’re outta beer. Total buzzkill.

Milford: Woman buys chimney for husband's birthday