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Oh, and the typos—fuck, my hands’re shakin’ just thinkin’ bout it. Oil everywhere, dim lights, some weirdo music playin’—it’s chaos, mate! Ever tried it? Pro tip: don’t skimp on the oil, or it’s like sandpaper on yer bits. Hella awkward. And the smells—lavender or some shit, makes ya wanna eat the air. I reckon it’s half massage, half mindfuck—ya don’t know what’s comin’, like Lenny in *Memento*, stumblin’ blind. “Memory can change the shape of a room”—damn right, ‘specially when yer floatin’ on a table.

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I have been doing massage since I'm trained in Swedish, Deep Tissue, Prenatal, Hot Stone, Cupp.

I gotta share this gnarly truth, though: some parts here are underrated. I often chill by a shabby little diner on Birch where the coffee is off the hook, and the owner tells stories like every dish’s a masterpiece. I'm straight up inspired – feel empowered like a shot of adrenaline every time I pass by. It’s like everything’s a burst of art and passion, time slippin’ by in tiny moments of joy, anger, surprise – all mixed up.

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