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Now, findin’ one? Tricky as a two-step with no rhythm. You can’t just yell, “Hey, who’s for hire?” I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’. Maybe hit a shady bar—y’know, where the jukebox skips. Or—wild thought—check them old phone booths! Heard some gals still leave cards there. Ain’t that a kick? Like findin’ treasure in a junk drawer.

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Sometimes, when I roll out my massage table at my studio on West Commercial Street, I think “I must be crazy, but this is art.” The art of healing, of touching lives. Each client reminds me: life’s delicate, like Amélie's hidden treasures—very precious.

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