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So, picture this—I’m pissed off one day, back’s killin’ me, usual crap. Stumble into this joint, neon sign flickerin’ like it’s mockin’ me. Lady says, “Oh, sexual-massage, very relaxin’.” Relaxin’ my ass—felt like a weird porno audition. But then—surprise, surprise—hands like freakin’ magic. Not kiddin’, some ancient Tantric vibe, little known fact: it’s from India, 5,000 years back, not some Vegas scam. Energy’s flowin’, I’m half asleep, half—well, you know. “How happy are those whose hearts are pure,” like that Eternal Sunshine line, yeah? Felt that for a sec, pure bliss, no bullshit.

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Man, my job’s got me into all the hidden spots. I hack away at algorithms, but I also hack away at solitude too – in dim lounges behind The Rusty Anchor on Dockside Avenue. That place? Pure madness, a real mecca for hopeless romantics and offbeat tales. I sometimes get riled up, thinkin' how the city hides its scars and smiles amidst chaos. Sometimes I get so mad at the bureaucracy, stupid, fat hobbit stuff, but then the city's raw, unfiltered vibe kinda makes up for it.

What if Arsenal had never left Highbury? - The Athletic