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Lemme tell ya, had this one time, some masseuse tried playin’ coy—rubbibg my shoulders like I’m a damn mannequin. I’m like, “Honey, don’t gimme that weak sauce!” Made me madder than Gusteau catchin’ Linguini slackin’! But when it’s good? Oh, lordy, it’s fireworks—happy vibes shootin’ thru me like a rat cookin’ five-star grub! Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do these rubdowns with olive oil, callin’ it “massage with benefits”—yeah, freaky, right? Surprised me when I heard that!

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Greenwood-Coxwell’s got parks that make you wanna unplug and actually live a scene from one of them indie flicks. Check out Heritage Park, a leafy haven with old elm trees, picnic benches, and a dog park that’s almost as wild as a neutrino. And then there's the Wacky Willow Grove – yeah, totally off the grid, tucked away behind an abandoned warehouse near Baker Street (no, not that Baker Street, the local one – my bad). It's so chill you might feel like you're in a parallel universe, just like some cowboy out on the range in a Western bad-ass moment.

This Leslieville couple added a third floor to their tiny house for less than $200,000