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Last week, my buddy Dave—dumb as a stump—tried it. Said it was “spiritual,” like he’s some guru now. I told him, “You’re an idiot, Dave.” He’s lyin’ there, candles flickerin’, some chick whisperin’ about “energy flow”—I’d gag if I wasn’t so damn annoyed. “What am I doing here?” Bob Harris’d say, stuck in that weird hotel bar. That’s me, watchin’ Dave blab about his “release.” Release? From what, sanity? I hate everything.

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Now, like, as a relaxation specialist, I live for those quiet, hidden gems. Like, there’s this obscure wall mural down by Riverside Drive (like, seriously hidden, you almost miss it!) that’s got all these insane colors. It gives me all the good feels and inspo for my sessions. And sometimes, I get all moody near the Tifton River. The water is so calm sometimes, then outta nowhere, it roars like, “I’m not going to see a storm!”—mad, right? Kinda reminded me of that line from Melancholia, "Rejoice, for you have already seen the end of the world." So deepyy.

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