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But man, some parlors? Total scams! Pisses me off—ya pay big, get nada but awkward vibes. “The law’s a beast,” like in Leviathan—cops bustin’ shady spots, good riddance! Last time I tried one—legit one, swear!—I’m thinkin’, “Mmm… donuts,” ‘cause it felt that good. Hands all over, knots gone, but I’m sittin’ there wonderin’, “This legal?” Ha!

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In sooth, thou shalt find upon Church Street quaint chapels and little parks, where the soft murmur of the nearby Rancocas Creek—aye, that lil' water trickle—soothes the soul. Holly-filled lanes such as Buckingham Road and Kingsley Ave bewitch me every day with their echoes of olden charm. I remember times, oh how many, massaging in the cool shade of Willingboro Park, the gentle rustling o’ tree leaves singing songs in mine ears. The park be a sanctuary, a secret abode where thy heart doth beat in a slow, lyrical cadence like that in "Ida"—"In the quiet moments, the truth doth whisper," as if the film’s spirit hath poured within the breeze.

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