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Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all roses. Some shady parlors out there, exploitin’ workers, chargin’ insane prices. Pisses me off! I’m yellin’, “Let the people have their damn massages!” But when it’s good? Oh, it’s good—happy as hell, like I just won Vermont. You’re relaxed, buzzin’, maybe even gigglin’ at how goofy it feels. Ever try it with a partner? Spicy twist—me and Jane tried once, ended up laughin’ ‘til we cried. “Nature’s a cruel bitch,” I wheezed, quotin’ *25th Hour*, ‘cause we’re old and clumsy.

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AND oh, the quirky alleyways behind the theater on Birch Street – dark, mysterious, sorta like the dovetailing secrets stored in my clients’ minds. Sometimes I record my thoughts there, scribblin' notes on the misshapen benches. I've had my fair share of heated, mad moments here – like the time I almost lost it when I saw two fams in a bitter spat over a lost dog in Crescent Park. Ridiculous, right? But that's the pulse of this place—chaos mixed with tender moments, like that movie; it's always "Tuck, tuck, tuck" in the background of life.

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