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So, picture this—me, fish-stink Gollum, hearin’ bout these parlors, right? Down by the docks, salty air, some lass with strong hands offers a “rub-down.” Not just shoulders, no no, it’s *sexual-massage*, sneaky-like! Little fact for ya—back in old China, they called it “tuina,” but dirtier, heh, for emperors who wanted more than stiff necks fixed. Me? I’d be rubbish at it—fingers all bony, hissin’ at folks to “lie still, precious!” Hah! Imagine that, me kneadinn’ some bloke’s back, mutterin’, “My hands… they hurt…”

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I usually hang around around Irlo Bronson Avenue – yeah, that one – and the vibe there is kinda electric. The mix of modern arches and those quaint bits of art makes you feel like you're in a Wes Anderson flick, but with my own devilish twist. And whoa, the park! I'd be lying if I didn't gush about the gardens at the Welwyn Garden City Park – it's like stepping right into a frame from Werckmeister Harmonies when everything feels strangely poetic. "But you see, it is not just a park... it is a fine trap of memories." Crazy, right?

Bus fire breaks out on residential street in Welwyn Garden City