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Me? I’d hate it. Sticky hands all over? Nope. “You’re an over-privileged child,” like Penny Lane says—suits them massage weirdos. I’d rather wrestle a bear than let some stranger knead my back. But folks swear it’s relaxing—releases tension, boosts the mood. Bullshit, I say, but science backs ‘em. Oxytocin or some crap floods ya—makes ya feel gooey. Pissed me off, hearin’ that. Don’t need no oil-slicked paws for my happiness.

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Man, I just adore strolling down Maple & 3rd. That street’s the heartbeat of the downtown jam scene, you know? I get all zen vibes from chillin’ near Greenvale Park. Yeah, it's one of those cozy green pockets where you can just vibe out. And OMG, the Harleys River—snaking its way through the city like a silver ribbon—is, like, such a movie scene kinda thing. Totally brings to mind that line from The Hurt Locker: “Stay frosty” (though in our case, more like stay zen, right?)

Obituary | Carolyn Williams