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Now, I ain’t judgin’—live n’ let live, yeah? Had me a giggle once, mate dragged me to one—dim lights, oil everywhere, lass whisperin’ sweet nothins. Felt like a king—till the bill hit! £80? For a rub? “The fog’s gettin’ thicker, man!” I roared, pure Doc-style. Surprised me, tho—some o’ these places got legit skills. Thai-style erotic-massage? Stretches ya bits in ways ya didn’t know possible—bloody hell, I was limber after! But the fakers? They grind me gears—ruinin’ it for the honest lot.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kifisou Street. You know, the one with the killer espresso? I’m chugging my coffee, trying to wake up, and this dude next to me spills his entire cup all over the table. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of caffeine. I’m like, “Bro, you good?” He just laughs it off, but I’m thinking, “Man, that’s a waste of good coffee!”

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