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Weirdest thing? Some use feathers. Feathers! Ticklin’ ya into a frenzy—stupidest shit I ever heard. And oils? Stink like a hippie’s armpit. Hate it. But gotta admit, the knots in my shoulders? Might loosen up. Still, I’d rather die. One time, heard this story—guy got an erotic-massage, slipped off the table, broke his damn nose. Laughed my ass off. Serves him right, the perv.

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First off, I’m driving down the Hoofdstraat, and I’m already late for a meeting. Typical. I’m zooming past the old church, you know, the one that looks like it’s been there since the dinosaurs? Yeah, that one. Anyway, I hit a red light at the intersection with the Kanaalstraat. Ugh! I’m sitting there, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about all the crops I need to check.

Google Earth: the black helicopters have landed