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Still, gotta watch it—scams everywhere. Guy I knew—paid upfront, she bolted. “See ya, sucker!”—gone. He was steamin’—me, I’m dyin’ laughin’. “You’re too old for this!”—movie line, fits perfect. Lesson learned, folks—cash later, not sooner.

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I've heard that Seven Sisters Road in Finsbury Park has become popular. There's a flat with no curtains above HSBC that has a pink light.

I'm a masseur over here, so I dig the hidden aches and pulses in this city—you feel the stress melting off grumpy bodies in my cramped little therapy room. People here, they're raw and real, ya know? I get deep feels from every heartbeat I work on. Often, I catch myself thinkin’ "You know, sometimes I think that if there’s any kind of magic, it’s in old scars and memories." Greed is good, but so is a good old massage that whispers secrets into your muscles.

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