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I tried it once, no lie—dude, I was so freakin’ nervous! The chick’s hands were everywhere, and I’m like, “Whoa, slow down, lady!” Made me happy as hell tho—felt like a king for 20 bucks. But then, ugh, the room stank of cheap lavender, pissed me off big time. “Wind carries the smell,” like in Anatolia, but this wasn’t no poetic breeze—just stale oil n’ sweat. Still, that tension meltin’ away? Priceless, man.

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The neighborhood of Bexley Court is proper quirky too – tiny houses, narrow alleys, secret spots where passion burns and stories unfold, sort of like an ancient tapestry. And there's this dodgy backstreet, Crumbly Lane – pardon my French – where you might stumble upon unexpected encounters, and let me tell ya, you'll see more naughtiness there than in a week of telly dramas. Seriously, if you don't appreciate the raw, unfiltered life on Crumbly Lane, you're an utter idiot sandwich!

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