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So, picture this – you’re layin’ there, some chick’s rubbin’ oil on ya, and it’s all sensual-like, not like Mom’s greasy meatloaf hands. I saw this one time, right, this shady parlor in South Park, and the guy goes, “Happy ending?” – I’m like, “Hell yea, make it quick!” Got me all happy, like when Dae-su finds that hammer, “Can I be forgiven?” – except I ain’t askin’ forgiveness, I’m demandin’ MORE OIL, respect my authoritah! Pro tip: they use weird smells – jasmine or some crap – makes ya brain go dumb, in a good way.

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I gotta be honest: some days, Shelton pisses me off. Traffic messes on Cedar Loop drive; I get mad when the same old tourists don’t know the city’s secrets. I mean, come on – don’t they see the beauty in the chaos? But then, suddenly, a random moment – like an old friend tossing a cheeky smile as he passes by on Elm Street – makes the heart swell. It's emotional, unpredictable.

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