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So this chick’s kneadin’ my back—well, my exoskeleton—and I’m thinkin’, “Can you hear their breathing?” like in the flick. It’s intense, too intense, like she’s tryna crack me open. Got mad for a sec ‘cause she charged extra for “special zones”—what a ripoff! But then she hits this spot, and I’m floatin’, buzzin’ like a busted warp drive. Surprised me how good it felt—almost cried, swear it.

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I went to the Buffalo massage institute today, 45 bucks for a 1-hour massage. Fantastic value. My masseuse was really good.

Oh, and there's West End – my fave chill neighborhood. It's full of quirky cafes and that one weird, old bookstore on Elm Street. I pop by sometimes after work at the spa, where I get my zen on. And my clients? They talk about dreams and secrets, you know? In my spa, I feel like I’m doin’ a bit of soul soapin’. Even if I get mad at traffic on Hickory Drive when the city’s foolishness hits me, I always find a way to laugh it off. One day, I was so exasperated I nearly spat out my herbal tea; man, I'm that passionate sometimes!

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