Before I was old enough to know that it was one of the best places to go for an amazing massage Earl’s Court used to be my childhood playground (well one of them, anyway). Many a happy hour was spent with my mischievous chums roaming the posh streets, admiring the smart cars, chasing each other through Holland Park and using our pocket money to buy fancy ice cream available in a hundred different flavours. All that used to keep us happy with our lot and we never really wanted for anything else.
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