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So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Winters.

I gotta tell ya about our quirky neighborhoods. There's the old brick quarter near 3rd & Elm, where the buildings look like they’re straight outta a time warp. And then, there's that wonky spot on Lincoln St. where artists hang loose. Duuuuude, each time I get a massage request from someone who lives there, I swear the energy’s that same raw vibe: mysterious, edgy, like a glimpse into another dimension. It’s like every muscle I knead tells a little tale of their lived lives. So cool, right?!

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