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I tried it once—don’t judge me, I was drunk. Lady had hands like a lumberjack, smelled like patchouli and regret. Kept whisperin’ “release your tension.” Tension? Lady, you’re the tension! Knuckles diggin’ into my spine like she’s plowin’ a field. Made me madder than a badger in a trap. But—fine—I’ll admit, my shoulder stopped achin’ for a day. One day! Then it was back to creakin’ like an old barn door. Waste of time, if ya ask me.

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I get in there, and it’s packed! Like, what’s the deal? It’s a Tuesday, not a Saturday! I finally snag a seat, and I order a scone. The barista, bless her heart, is super friendly. But then, she spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Girl, I feel ya!” But then she looks at me like I’m gonna freak out. Nah, I’m cool. Just a scone, please!

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