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Me? I’d probly screw it up. Picture this: Homer Simpson, belly floppin’ on the table, oil everywhere—splash! “Hey, this ain’t donuts!” I’d holler. But real talk—it’s supposed to relax ya, get the blood pumpin’. Little known fact: ancient Greeks were all over this! Called it “bodywork”—fancy, huh? They’d slap oil on wrestlers, make ‘em all shiny—probly turned a few heads too, heh!

REVIEW: Ice Song by Kirsten Imani Kisai

Combining fact and fiction, it told of the woman's life as a prostitute, her relationship with her lover and her experiences in the new village. That Was.

After class, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the Kisai River. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, and the breeze is nice. I’m thinking about how lucky I am to work with these kids. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously?! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

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