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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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Now, catch this – I’m a relaxation specialist, so my eyes see what others miss. Like, Angelina just got painted red these sunsets over Lake Thunderbird, a lil’ patch of water just outside town. I once sat there with a thermos, listening to my favorite beat track, droppin’ lines from Lost in Translation like, “For relaxation purposes, it's all a state of mind.” Heh, that's me.

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