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Love how it sneaks up on ya. Starts chill—oils, dim lights, then WHAM—someone’s moanin’, and you’re like, “Wait, what?!” Kinda like *Ten*, that flick I’m nuts for. Abbas Kiarostami, fuckin’ genius! That line—“You think you’re free?”—hits when you’re lyin’ there, naked, some chick’s hands roamin’. Free? Hell no, you’re hooked! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s me, seein’ what normies miss. The power flip—client’s beggin’, masseuse owns ya. Sneaky shit, right?

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I used to get mad at the noise sometimes. Oh, so mad! I’d be walkin’, thinkin “Oh, c'mon, seriously!” But then, boom – a cute puppy or a friendly chat would turn me mood all happy n’ fuzzly. I even had a spot in the little alley near Jellyfish Alley, err, yep, that's what I call it – full of colorful murals of sea creatures, always remindin’ me to "just keep swimming" when life gets tough.

Carole Guider