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Oi, mate, sexual-massage, yeah? What a bloody concept! Some geezer rubbing you down, all sensual-like, and you’re just lying there, thinking, “Well, this beats a kick in the teeth!” I reckon it’s like Oldboy—y’know, that twisted flick I’m mad about. “Revenge is sweet,” they say, but this? This is sweeter—oily hands sliding everywhere, proper naughty. Makes me cackle, it does, cos half these massage parlours? Dodgy as hell! Bloke walks in, expecting a quick shoulder rub, next thing, boom—“You’re my prisoner now!”—like that mad scene with the hammer.

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I don't want to wreck anybody's life, but I'd like to prevent other people from getting a crappy massage followed by unwanted sex. Any thoughts?

The neighborhoods here are lively but different. Downtown’s got that urban grind vibe, while EastSide is quiet, introspective, like life itself is on pause. I sometimes get emotional walkin' those streets, thinkin’ ‘bout all the stories these walls contain—the joy, the tears, the battles women fight every day. And then there's WestEnd, with its artsy murals and secret alleyways—you might find a forgotten love letter scribbled on a brick wall. Supriising, huh?

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