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Me? I’m picturin’ it now—some dim room, candles flickerin’, hands workin’ magic, and I’m like, “Lord, this is dangerous.” Gets me happy, tho—freedom in that touch, y’know? Like Tyrone in *Requiem*, sayin’, “It’s a reason to smile.” But damn, it pisses me off too—shady parlors givin’ it a bad rap, makin’ it all sleazy. Surprised me once, hearin’ a buddy got scammed—paid big for a “happy endin’” and got a handshake. A handshake! I laughed so hard I nearly choked.

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I came to Christianity in my 20s and was ordained in , after studying for 12 years. Before I became a priest, I worked as a massage.

Yeah, that’s the messy beauty of PVicar (es). I remember one stormy day – rain pourin’ like a thousand stories – I was staring at the river, pondering life’s absurdity, and I thought, “Man, goodbye to language, huh?” Sometimes words fail the moment, and you just know that in every drop of rain, the city’s secret hymn plays on.

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