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One time, I’m chattin’ up this bird – total fox, yeah? She’s all, “Ten quid, love.” And I’m like, “Groovy, baby!” But then – surprise! – she’s got a pimp lurkin’, uglier than a smashed avocado. Made my mojo dip, man! Thought I’d have to karate-chop my way outta that one. Reminded me of that whale in *Werckmeister* – ya see it comin’, but it still freaks ya out, yeah?

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Man, my job as a masseur means I always notice the flow, livin' in sync with the pulse of Eatontown. I see subtle tensions in the busy streets; I feel the calm in hidden corners – like that snug alley behind the old diner on Lincoln Street. Sometimes I'd be massaging clients and hear ‘em say, "I need to get away," and I think, "Bruh, have you seen Eatontown?" Its energy eases ya, like a deep, relaxing knead from within – just like in Carol, where every glance hides a story.

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