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But ugh, the stench – cheap perfume and despair, mate. Gets up me nose, makes me wanna puke. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutter, ‘cos them fools’d never notice the grime. Surprised me once, tho – found a lass who’d read Kafka! Proper brainy tart, she was, quotin’ existential bollocks while undoin’ her corset. Wild, innit?

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I gotta say, as a masseur I notice the stress in people's shoulders. Here in PEndwell, you see all sorts: the older fams, college kids, and random wanderers looking for a break – kinda like those charming oddballs in the movie. I once gave a massage so chill, the client literally burst out quoting “The Grand Budapest Hotel!” I was like, “Yesss, my dude, we're living an art piece!”

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