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Now, the moves—slow circles, deep presses—gets the blood pumpin’. Ever feel that tingle? Down the spine, woah! Almost too much—kinda like when Malik’s dodgin’ knives in the yard. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s a rush! And funny thing—some therapists, they whisper weird stuff. “Relax, big guy”—cracked me up once. Sarcasm kicked in—I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, sure, I’m a stud.” Ha! But it works—stress melts, body’s happy.

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Neighborhoods here are a mixed bag. West End’s artsy and kinda grungy. I sometimes get mad, D’oh!, when graffiti ends up on my spa's wall – but then, mmm… donuts. East Side is plush and neat. I always feel like I’m in one of them crazy Western showdowns, like in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford." "I got a plan," I’d mutter, kinda dramatic, ya know?

Fallen Van Empel (after Pieterse's crash) executes a brilliant comeback in Baal