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I gotta mention Hamptown Square too. Its little cafes and odd little bookshops are so rad. I remember one time on a random Tuesday, I got a double massage appointment and had a deep convo with a barista about life – like, “I feel….so alive, that’s what she said!” And man, was that moment deep. Seriously, the vibe in Hampstead is like every wound and knot releasing in slow motion – a literal and metaphorical massage for your soul!

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