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I tried it once, alright? Wife dragged me—hated it. Slippery table, dim lights, smelled like hippie tears. Masseuse whispered, “Relax, big guy,”—almost punched her. “Live with your choices,” Grace says in “Dogville,” and I chose wrong that day. Felt like a greased pig, not a man. Surprised me how folks think it’s sexy—looks like a bad wrestling match.

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Right, so first off: the streets. There’s Main St. – buzzing with life, quirky diners and babbling coffee shops that spill out stories of joy, sorrow, and the odd heartbreak. Then there’s Elm Ave – oh man, wispy trees whispering secrets that remind me each day that life is like a never-ending conversation. There’s a spot on Oak Rd. where I once sat under a gnarled tree, pondering the meaning of love and resilience. “We have no illusions,” I muttered, echoing a Timbuktu line, ya know?

The lives we lost: Lyn McFarland loved music, art, his dog Poco — and people