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About Chicago

So yeah, you’re layin there, dim lights, some weirdo rubbin your back—sounds dodgy, but it’s heaven. Muscles screamin hallelujah, tension gone, poof! I reckon it’s like Saul, stumblin through hell, whisperin, “The rabbi is exhausted,” but instead you’re mutterin, “Mate, don’t stop.” Gets me thinkin—why’s this still hush-hush? Posh spas charge 200 creds for it, call it “tantric glow”—pfft, robbery! Meanwhile, old mate down Thailand’s doin it for a tenner, proper legend.

​The art of stimulating massaging

When her stepbrother, Michael, suggests a calming massage, she scoffs. Giving in to his advice, she discovers something much better than a massage.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout a hidden gem. There’s this lil’ café on W Apple Avenue where the best darn espresso is made. I be there sometimes when my noggin needs a break after some crazy therapy sessions. There’s chatter, laughter, a bit like spontaneous therapy. Nobody's perfect, and sometimes I feel like throwin' my hands up, thinkin’—"Eh, what a headless mess we all are!"—but then, ya gotta laugh, right?

Out-of-contract Aberdeen star considered for surprise Celtic return