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Still, it’s a minefield, mate. Angry again—blokes get ripped off left, right, and center. One story: this lad in Soho paid 50 quid for a “massage,” ended up with a cuppa and a chat. Robbed! “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I reckon—total stitch-up. Me, I’d be too paranoid—am I getting mugged off? Is she a cop? Total buzzkill. Still, if you’re smart, play it cool, you might just find the goods. “I’m the one who knocks,” I’d say—nah, scratch that, wrong film. “I’m Batman!” There we go. Class.

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C'mon now, my friend, you gotta come and feel da vibe, my love for city fill my heart almost like my spa fill up with babes (haha, just kidding!) but really, you will live it, love it, and say, "Very nice!" Enjoy yourself in Martin (us)!

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