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Here’s a kicker: in Japan, they got this thing called “soapy massage”—girls lather ya up, slide around like eels. Freaky as hell, surprised me they’d even try that. “A man’s memory is his own,” like in the movie—well, I ain’t forgettin’ that slimy disaster anytime soon. Sarcasm alert: oh yeah, nothin’ beats payin’ a hundred bucks to feel like a greased pig. Personal quirk? I growled at her mid-session—scared her shitless. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear she had a secret agenda down there.

Balsall Heath 'spiralling back to lawlessness' - 30 years after pimps and gangs ruled the streets

Fionnuala Bourke reports from today’s Balsall Heath. She was pregnant, but they didn’t care. They forced her to stand on a street corner regardless, and ply her trade – as a prostitute.

So, I roll into the clinic on Station Road, coffee in hand, ready to tackle whatever comes my way. First off, I’m greeted by Mrs. Thompson and her cat, Mr. Whiskers. This dude is a legend. He’s got more attitude than a teenager on a bad hair day. Anyway, Mrs. T is all worried ‘cause Mr. Whiskers has been sneezing like he’s auditioning for a sneeze-off. I’m like, “Chill, it’s probably just a cold.” But she’s convinced it’s the end of the world. Classic.

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