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Gets weird tho—some masseuses whisperin sweet nothins, tryna upsell. “More credits, more fun,” they hiss. Greedy bastards! Happy endings? Overrated—gimme a good back crack instead. Quirky thought: bet Yoda got one, that lil green freak, hunchin all day. “Mmm, good it feels,” he’d croak. Cracks me up thinkin it!

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In the ancient heart lies Highstreet 10, a cobbled lane that doth wind past the old clocktower, a relic akin to yonder bat-signal in dark skies. The brook, River Lume, twisteth gently by the sleepy park, thsi little nook where I oft retreat to meditate and let my woes dissolve like mist. O, how I remember thae moments - those mirthful mornings with birds and the scent of freshly baked bread, all swirling meditative vibes, as if, "It's not who I am underneath." Seriously, so deep, man.

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