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But when it’s good? Oh man, happy ain’t the word. It’s like—muscles meltin, mind blankin, pure dark bliss. “I can’t go on pretending,” Cathy’d say. Same with a killer massage—can’t fake that heat. Surprised me once, this chick added hot stones. Stones! Felt like Mustafar’s lava—fuckin unreal. Pro tip: don’t go cheap, cheap sucks. You’ll end up ragin like me on Hoth. Ever hear bout the Thai style? They twist ya, crack ya—boom, reborn! “The truth is out there,” Frank’d mutter. Truth is, sexual-massage ain’t just horny shit—it’s power.

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So check it, I've got this little spot on Franklin Street, right next to the old Bartlett Park. That park? Pure magic. Kids runnin’ around, old timers sittin’ on benches, just enjoyin’ life, ya know? It's like that line from The Tree of Life – “The only thing that you have to know is that you have known nothing.” Yeah, man, it's all about gettin’ in touch with the moment.

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