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About London

Little known fact—did ya know some old brothel in Lys trains girls to cry on command? Tears fetch more gold than a tight arse, they say. Rose didn’t need that trick; her eyes sparkled with somethin’ real—anger, maybe, or just life. Made me think, ya know? All these blokes wantin’ her body, but nobody asked her story. Pissed me off, that did—how folks see meat, not soul. “I can’t do this no more,” she muttered once, soundin’ like Ennis again, all broke up inside. Surprised me, cos I thought she loved the game.

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Now, as a masseur, I've seen the beauty in these little details: the way the pavement feels underfoot on a rainy day, the scent of freshly brewed tea wafting from that corner cafe on Silver Street. I get all zen doing my work – you feel every little vibration (like tiny universes colliding) as you press away the tension that builds from the hustle and bustle. Sometimes, I even catch whispers of these streets’ stories in the steam of the local baths – “our stories are our own, yet collective”, just like in Stories We Tell – which, by the way, is my all-time flick.

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