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What pisses me off? Dudes judgin’ it—callin’ it dirty. Man, shut up, it’s therapy with a wink! Happiest I ever been? When this chick in LA—tatted up, badass—cracked my spine *and* my soul wide open. Surprised? Hell yeah, didn’t expect her to whisper, “You good, pops?”—had me cacklin’ mid-massage. Pro tip: them spots usin’ hot stones? Life-changer. Feels like lava lovin’ you up—muscles go “ahhh,” stress goes “byeee.”

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I love talkin’ about the river—the Prescott Creek flows, mmm, like a lazy whisper beneath bridges and our busy streets. Sometimes I think, "Precious, isn't it like life? Flowing and unpredictable." But then, I remember the movie: "The Assassin"—its slow, drawn-out beauty reminds me of our sunsets here over the Mogollon Rim.

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