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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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The spa my place sits on Bridge Street is kinda iconic now. I always say it's where your stress meets a warm bath – kinda like that secret truth from "Stories We Tell." Yessir, it’s all about the truth hiding in plain view. That's what I tell my clients as they come in, "Your body's messin’ with ya." And lemme tell ya, sometimes they say "Thanks, Dr. Phil!" in a drawlin’ tone like my old grandpappy used to.

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