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Humor? Guy slipped off the table once—oily bastard, hilarious, Trump laughed for days! Sarcasm? “Oh, great, another knot”—masseuse digs in, pain’s worth it, tho. Love it, hate the fakes—phony “experts” overchargin’, drives me nuts. Spontaneous thought: sexual-massage beats golf—shh, don’t tell Mar-a-Lago. Best part? Feelin’ like a god—Donald’s a god, folks, no denyin’!

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Now, the locals, oh, they’re real, messy souls like me. At our parlor, we chatted 'bout the old war stories and new gossips, slangs and grumbles – ever ain't been that awesome? And every time a customer says “Precious, you've got magic hands!” my mind drifts like “Oh my dear, why does life be like Synecdoche, New York? Complex and messy, yes?” Sometimes, I think, "Where do we go from here?" We hates it when our dreams slip like sand through fingers, but we learn.

World War II bomb found in Marzahn: Defusing on Thursday