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Gets me happy, though—people so desperate for a thrill they’ll shell out fifty bucks for a stranger’s sweaty mitts. Ever tried it? Me neither—too busy dissectin’ my own kinda fun. But damn, the stories! Heard one ‘bout a guy who fell asleep mid-rub, woke up missin’ a kidney—urban legend, prolly, but I’d believe it. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, just to spook ‘em.

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Evergreen’s neighborhoods are distinct. Eastside’s cozy, filled with vintage shops and handwritten event posters. West End, though? It’s edgy, artsy, a little wild, as raw as my feelings after a rough day. There’s a chill in the air, like “I have nothing to lose.” In my line of work, such vibes tell stories.

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